PAIN! Im in broken-bone, torn-flesh, stabbed-organ AGONY... since... FOREVER. Days
ago it hit, full force, no warning, every nerve-torturing detail tattooed with hypodermic
accuracy, the whole sordid ordeal: my shoulder's dislocation while still
airborne—HURTS LIKE HELL EVEN NOW; my ring finger's pinch and subcutaneous
snap—AUDIBLE thanks to this gift of retrospective hearing; then impact...
a shock like nothing imaginable... total trauma... pores, muscles, soft tissues, skeleton
crushed as by a trash compactor—UNREMITTING TORMENT. Honest. But how? There's
scarcely anything left of me. Yet I can feel each cactus spine like an unforgiving spike,
lancing skin and viscera that dont exist. WHY WONT IT STOP? Or at least ease
up? My four other senses escaped such fierce persecution. This is unjust, unreasonable.
It's turning me into a writhing HOWLING hulk, my scattered wits like scraps of
blood-'n-guts offal... to be gobbled up by scavengers; that part comes next.
PLEASE!... Ive tried everything: oaths, meditation, prayer. Nothing works.
Nothing is sincere; Im under duress. Id sell my soul, if I had one, for a