Day 1

Putrid microbes delightedly eating into my jawbone under my twice fractured root canal, gnawing as greedily as I did consuming the stone ground taco shells packed w. amorphous  meat and bone fragments that caused my rather over-filled and stuffed root canals to explode as though under the force of a bull shark's jaw pressure; who knows I was rather peckish..  Stone ground, it sounds so romantic, it never occurred to me that they might actually use stones.  Having been lied to since the Winston/Salem ads of the 60's, whistling the 'you can take Salem out of the country but, you can't take the country out of Salem'.. as I tapped out another coffin nail at the age of 8 while firing up my Dad's brass arson-special Zippo lighter I thought I had learned my lesson, never believe anything, and if a tune is catchy someone is trying to kill you with it.  Coke would like to teach the world to sing, yeah right and turn different colours like a squid I suppose, who makes this stuff up and why do I like Coke now after hating it as a kid.  I was an Iced Tea man, well OK sissy maybe but it was full of manly tannin and stained my teeth.  Maybe that's why, after all these years, that molar that lives at the back, I never even learned his proper name, bicuspid or something.  Maybe they retain a feral memory of how they have been treated, maybe they cut deals with microbes when they want to get at your brain, it's too late to think about now... how many teeth have I got left down there, 9 and up 11, it all makes sense now..

Internally haemorrhaging discontentedly at 2 AM typing driven by an insane voice that keeps insisting he is me and the tooth was my fault, yeah my fault, he always blames my appetites on me.  Never a word of criticism towards the dark forces lurking beneath in the subterranean world of tangled neurons interweaved with extraneous previously fractured scull remnants pulsing with rapacious desire.  That other me, the guy with his finger on the button twisting the knobs watching the dials and needles, where was he when I needed him, stone ground, what an idiot.  If they say stone ground they could even get away with grinding it with stones, if you chew the stones you will wind up with a mouth full of pulverised nerve endings, any more bright ideas?