somebody/anybody else, please feel my pain today? someone else please live under my skin this day? you itch, you gnaw, you try and crawl out of this never ending pit of lies and disgust for just one lousy day. I’d rather you bite my nails down to the hyponychium and cuticles; oh yes, you! tremble with my panic and anxiety. indeed! you are having multi-strokes in the numb left side of this face and this arm. it’s just the tumors! they’ve been festering in my intestines, biding their time til they force me to **** blood and puke my half bologna, half bile sandwhich into my **** and **** stained toilet, hunched over and hugging porcelain, knees sticking to ***** stained linoleum tile. right, ok, sit up now, wipe the spongy chunks of wonder bread from the corners of my lips, dab my sweaty brow with the boxers that have been soiling my hamper for 2 weeks. no hand towels, no charmin ultra for this bear to brunt. thanks for squeezing your fat *** into my fat *** today; now you lie to them as they laugh at you and call you pitiful. tell them it’s alright, that you’re ok, though clearly everyone sees that you’re too broken for repair. oh brave soul, much braver than my own, slither up my deviated septum, dine on my soggy ramen noodle soup of a brain. venture down my esophagus and trachea, rough like 100 grit sandpaper from caked walls of ******* residue and nicotine char. glide past the glacial palace of solitude that is my heart, pumping frigid blood through my veins like the red slushy machine at the 7-11 on the corner of 23rd and park. take a quick left and warm yourself in the hot springs of my swollen liver, bathe in the desecrated pools of fermented 6 dollar a liter ***** that has been flowing steadily for 10 long years. yes my helpful and gracious friend, commandeer this deserted, destitute, shell of a once decent human being that I have been inhabiting as its host. assuage my cowardly existence, relieve me of this post...