9:54 AM >> Driving on the Interstate Sucking in Bleach Fumes

JAZZ >>
Fingering golden pipes double-handed along with Davis. Tis-tis, ba-dum-ing along with Jones. Flittering beside Coltrane through the breeze. Skipping heavily on the boardwalk in stride with Chambers. And tip-toeing the crowds at runaway speeds on the verge of toppling side by side with Monk.

INTESTINAL SUNDAE >>
Sideways - Hell. Inside-out is the sight of the inverted regurgitate hairball scene. Skin at the heart. Blood and guts and juices exposed. Fully exposed. Unprotected by any layer of epiderma. The calluses are nothing. They are buried so deep their once toughened resistant shield is now eaten. A dirt clod thrown into a puddle. Mud again. Then, fine creek bed silt. Sun-dried molecules losing their bonds. The body fell apart. Dripped. Melted. Nothing gelled with the skin sunk in blackness. Fading to molecular grain. Thinning to invisibility. Slipping off. A gooey runoff of innards. Bones collapse. A slowly melting banana split. A nut covered fudge sundae of glands, muscle, veins, and spit under noon-day heat. Brains and intestines endlessly snacking earthworms sticking to, drying, and cracking on the pavement over-well. A dirty, bloody, stinking mess on the cul-de-sac of an Earth turned inside-out. Hold the Reddi-Whip, please.