Asymptomatic of the cure I once died
From the pause of blood flow tween my eyes seeing stars I tried to breathe a deep breath and I just wheezed knowing , still conscious, I guess, that oxygen was vital to digestion as I'd partaken earlier that evening of a footlong meatball sub from Luigi's Italian Deli down in Queens, while falling on the sidewalk hard a big fat Muslim guy all wrapped in cloth from head to toe minding his own business as New Yorkers do tripped on my foot falling dead upon my stomach hence causing this chain of events:
His left elbow crashed upon the concrete walk whereby a jolt of electric pain shot from his funny bone all way to his groin in practice quick silver his body draped head to toe in silken robes ****** left gravity not receding yet his chest fell directly on my torso prone squeezing my left aorta to push an inordinate amount of blood through me rushing oxygen to brain to tissue vital things, wherein his right side following the rest arm flailing wildly came to rest with a resounding smack onto my right cheekbone and lip and I responded kicking up a ****** my right knee in nerve reaction into his groin place mid-section which startled the horse drawing the big white carriage that had pulled to the curb right next to our christian and muslim collision and down the busy
thouroughfare with taxis honking and busses and multitudes of walkers between the stone still buildinged avenue ran fast clipping the hotdog vendors cart sending weiners flying left and buns tight right mustard and ketchup spraying the vendor a multitude of innocents the white stallion the open carriage relish raining onions stinging the cops eye who startled pulled his taser triggered a nun walking nearby nearly saintly who jumped upon us two the causators the me and Allah, learned his name later over a beer at the pub, and squashed his face with her rear into mine.
It was caught on tape. The whole thing.
But, you know....
Conspiracies say
