manchester_black

Monoxide stings the inside of my lungs and my eyes feel like someone is sprinkling a dash of drain cleaner into them. A mongoloid child stares at me through his dull eyes, and he clutches to his mothers ill-fitting shirt, clamouring like some mongrel hound for another mouthful of crack-infected breastmilk. His mother sluggishly brings a smoke to her lips like some sort of horrid sloth and she makes a slithering hiss as she breathes it in. She stinks of a cheap perfume that attacks my senses like an icepick jammed up my nose. A man whose body presents itself like Dorian Grey's canvas blubberly steps beside me while I stand. He stands close enough that his 100 proof aura invades my pores and I have to fight my body's urge to convulse in revulsion. I hear his mouth slap open, and the words come out on a three-second time delay. Slurred and blurred the words sound like every other tale filtered through the cracks these people fell through, where it's filthy mens-room floor mix of plea and intimidation. I try not to obey that deep down animal urge to rebuke with pure wrath and scorn. Through bared teeth and a murderous glare my answer is roared, and an executioners pause hangs in the air before he fades away. The shrill braying of some prosti-tot on a cellular phone, her hideously exposed body oozing out of clothes you see peeking out from under murder-victim blankets whenever a hooker is involved. She speaks the way you would expect someone who suffered severe brain damage to their linguistic centre would. Like some sort of vile bullhorn, her voice echoes like a dying banshees wail. A person like this has the nerve to act like they're talking about private matters only appropriate for family and scowl at someone who looks at them in the modern silent scream to shut the fucking hell up. Would it be more appropriate to grab the phone and throw it in front of an oncoming vehicle, or would it simply be better to deliver some sort of crushing blow with a fist, elbow (or if flexible enough, a foot) to this persons jaw, trying with every ounce of personal strength to shatter their mandible and hopefully for cinematic effect, send their teeth sprawling across the pavement in a sloppy jelly coating of blood and spit. Instead, I inhale deep enough to hit the bottom of the ocean, and take solace in the fact that one day all of these virulent creatures will be dead.