Stepped over a dead body today.

It tripped me psychologically. 

A person lay dead from what ever hunger exposure want of thirst maybe an overdose of fentynl maybe a heart attack or they took too much up meth crank coke crack again what ever a dead person payed between me and my pay check so I went to work. Walked back the same way and the body was gone. Again the thoughts did they find her I. Time yo salvage some organs perhaps skin or eye tissue as I walked past where she was.

She wasn't old just skinny like anorexic possible suffering from hiv or aids. She wasn't ugly or gross or old . But for the brief glimpse of shell of what housed that soul she looked about 30 mostly blond but with silver hair. Her clothes were not tatters and she had nice sneakers nike. But she was dead little help to us now. And I needed that day marked for pay I have rent and bills... 

The failure was what caused that premature death not me in side stepping a cadavers ad we are taught here on earth the only person that ever matters is you. Everything else is enhancement or distraction of what matters , you.

Maybe instead of waste some one had a pork cutlet of the mess.  She seemed ok. Dead but had that look that if given a chance could of amounted to something. 

No news no views or an obituary she died In silence and no exposure from a paper who agenda that this is place to move to and relocate your family. 

Trust you be better off in Costa Rica in the bad lands then try it here in Maine.  We just mean and don't know you

What Kelly 1964. You pedophile priest can grant you absolutism he can give you the flesh of Christ prepare and give you his blood in ceromony.

A pedophile priest..... you have so mistook me. 

I do not believe those who practice pedophilia or who defend the rape of innocents a variable ruler who can bind heaven.  

You are going to dig deeper.... oh so you spin I am rapist.. again Alyssa I have a great big warm fire. 

And no  you should enjoy every minute as veronica gleefully  watches your demise . Me where my hot dogs and marshmallow lets roast you and em over an open fire ... Smores any one. 

Maybe she was Sleep

countin’ Sheep

Down and Out from countless Hours on her feet

the Cracker Barrel Counter greet

you know

dat bitcch that slowly and silently sizes you up

Glides to your side smiling like a Nut

syrup and salt pancakes and bacon

chickenfried steak and acres of fragrance

maybe she was fakin

Candid Camera What Would You Do ?

maybe it was voodoo

did you see her soul ?

was she Creole ?

a color Crayola couldn’t conceive was she a Ghost ?

are you on tranquilizers ?

that crack that Pfizer slangs to the masses the liars

do you have double vision ?

Are you blind ?

is your Mind in the midst of a Schism for shizzle that’s horrible I’d 

take a seat , breathe , then puff on some Cheeba

turn the TV up and watch some reruns of Cheatahs

with the original host not that swine looking ignoramus

then just try to unwind and survive all this panic.....

good luck

"It tripped me psychologically."

Like it when a Thread starts this way.  This has got some SERIOUS potential.  That first sentence just grabs your attention like any good Novelist will do!!!  We gonna have some fun with spock IN THE HOUSE!!!

I don’t get it 

It been a couple days now . 

All I could see in the obscurity of dealing in terms of death and what aspiration this victim to me was she died hungry and cold. 

How could of what was her life been if the night before she was in front of a fire roasting and eating hot dogs and marshmallows.  

Simplistic cooking stradegy fire stick roast till done. She could of been warm and fed. Her life left her on paved city streets maybe her soul is back as a child in front of a campfire innocent to all the ugly of this world

of how church and state And society had failed this human being.  How short her life and still young enough to conceive life

all she was or ever will be was left an empty shell of a life form that was with us. Now within a dream . 

If her heaven was the opposite of how she perished

My thought was she would be roasting food near a fire. 

Marshmallows , Campfires , Spooky Stories

hard to handle and swallow the scandalous desire of truly ignoring

the downtrodden and less fortunate 

those bound to the squalor who beg for a gift 

“ Excuse me Sir , can I have some change ? “

” Can’t you Accept things the way they are Now Get Out the Way “

sounds insane

sour grapes and counting who’s to blame

we got Mansions and Estates First Class airfare and Grandeur PowerPlays

but in our landmass they stare as we pass and pray

they don’t Ask because I don’t Care damned bastard’s laughter How’s yer day ?

we got Mansions and Estates First Class airfare and Grandeur PowerPlays

but in our landmass they stare as we pass and pray

they don’t Ask because I don’t Care damned bastard’s laughter How’s yer day ?

Oh I can step down from my room with a view

and take the road to the streets. 

 It I don't belong. Others recognize this as they stare up from a drug induced haze to clearly state why are you here this is not your place as clearly as if they had woken and spoke after both cups of coffee. 

I stayed within a city not as key holder to my crib but a person who found space where a deer once layed.

No way to move on to a job and cash pay without some document unneeded by a government who can not be reached. 

I found no place but the basement offered in a church so now I donate still the same this many allowed no more than these . 

Allowed an evening meal and a small prayer. But simply not able to obtain shelter .

Mock me and my i.q. but if I could not do it in time allowed it was not possible.

So then to see societies shame fine I am man a white man I can survive anyway.

So what of those like her without a friend her body a soulless shell. What story led her to her remains.

BloodCurdling screams the Terror Fatally sharp and maddening

They Say An Angel’s Harp plays its part in passing glee

and that harmony startles me

what is this ?

in my Infinite Prison I’ve never witnessed this vision

this clear focus of the Heavens so bright and peculiar 

I’m noticing how my sight can see life Is it true Sir ?

can we rise above the rubble encasing us or is it just a myth ?

do we Die just for the Love or for the Rush of facing the unknown crushing Abyss ?

my soul prepared either way

demon slay every week and day

they keep away in a fiendish display of weakness I crave

to torment with hostility any and all Evil

ive got force aplenty it’s my pleasure to Pause people .........

Twice while in SF walking from the BART train to work, couple blocks, I have stepped over a body only to go inside, drop of my things, grab a cup o' joe, and come out for a cigarette only to see the body I just stepped over being loaded into meat wagon. I have probably stepped over more dead bodies than this without realizing it. They lay in doorways or on stairs and cover up to their heads. You can't tell if they're dead or sleep. I have see many dead bodies this way. The two I mentioned are where I literally stepped over the person only to realize it was a dead body. I have also seen a guy get hit by a Bart train and a lady get hit by a bus. Seen dudes get shot, which ain't how it is in the movies. I guess some movies nail it but gun shot wound don't explode like the do in the movies. Blood starts pouring out of the hole. Anyone who has been hunting, with a rifle not quail hunting with bird shot, know that a bullet hole isn't nothing but just that, a hole. Some rounds, pistol rounds, 7.62×39 I believe, will bounce and tumble and make a big ol' mess but I digress. I've only heard this about 7.62×39. I've seen people shot, and i've known people shot with AKs, but i've never seen anyone shot with an AK. I got way off subject. Stepping over dead people. That sad part is how disaffected I am by all of it. Like it's just normal shit. Seeing the lady hit by the bus deeply affected me though. The shit was gruesome. I've seen some shit but I went into full shock. Complete out atleast long enough for my light to turn green, then red again. Thankfully I kept my foot on the brake and didn't coast into traffic or start rolling back down Van Ness, which inclines slightly.

Your mission, should you accept it, is chew a small peyote button and report back in 10 hours.

I've done mescaline a time or few but have never taken Peyote in a raw, buttom form.

Seen many deer kills over the years.

On a hunt a man struck a deer in the nose with a 444 marlin removed the back of the head on the exit. 

As of literally someone threw  a bucket of blood behind the animal. Just the jaw left. 

Small lighter calibers when hitting bone rib cage act can make a whole the size of a basketball upon exit. 257 Roberts or a 222 Remington as well as a 250-3000 savage model are notorius for this type of damage. 

As for pistols hallow point or wad cutters upon impact will enter as a small hole and exit in the type of explosion your describing stu.

As for the lady I passed her head was exposed she wasn't conscious and her eyes were half closed. 

Dead another person must shut the eye lids ... 

I lived in rural maine. Farm country. I witnessed the slaughter of many domestic and wild livestock over the years. Pretty much if had a hide or feathers i processed that to table food. 

Meme was unmerciful killer she had a long small thin knife dad called her pig sticker. She take poultry put in a wire cage having its head dangle below the change insert the knife into the beak and destroy the brain above the top of it's mouth

The bird would struggle in the cone and bleed out into a bucket . She make blood sausage with that and it's intestines and liver It was a form of pate spread for crackers.

She also grind the giblets and Fat  to make a keratonne for a spread But that had more of a meat texture .

Shaolin Style son I got You

You stepped over that dead body like Allen Iverson did Tyronne Lue

minds got screwed

people went Haywire

like McGregor vs Mayweather a crazy showcase of insane liars

Who’s job is it to care for the drugged and sick ?

the Government or each other whatchuh think ?

Bust ‘em in

like Riddick did Holy

till FanMan fluttered in the Ring knockin’ down the Crowd like Pins at some Bowling.......