I violently masturbate in the middle of the road while tripping balls on nutmeg. Last night's Taco Bell begins to slowly run down my hairy, bruised thigh, as I scream the word, "PENIS!" at the top of my lungs. A car approches me cautiously. The woman in the car, probably driving home after a long day at work, stares at me. She looks creeped out and in disbelief. We make eye contact. I scape the poop off my leg and begin to throw it at lady's car. She starts trying to reverse away from me as desperately as possible. She's not going to make the U-Turn on time. I jump head first through the driver's side window. The lady screams in horror as I furiously devour my shit, looking her dead in the eyes. She starts driving fast. I'm being dragged out of the window of a red sedan, covered in my own fecal matter and little bits of glass. I feel the asphalt burning the skin off my feet. This causes me to try to climb into the car. The woman is screaming and crying as she begins to lose control of her car. All of a sudden the road feels uneven and harsh. There's a loud bang. The car comes to a complete stop. I get flung forward towards the windshield. My body hits the post that separates the windshield from the door. I lose my breath and fall out of the car. I lay in the mud, gasping for air while looking up at the sky. I try moving my legs but they just won't budge. That's when I realize I'm leaking blood out of my torso. I try to apply pressure with my bloody, poop covered hands but there's no hope. The wound is too big. I've nearly been cut in half. I can't do anything but lay in the mud next to the car wreck. The lady in the car lays slouched over, impaled by several tree branches, persistently leaking a small waterfall of blood out one of her head wounds. I look at the sky, slowly drifting off towards death. I'm on my back in the cold, moist mud. The flow and pressure of blood is getting slower and lighter. I'm pale. I'm cold. I look at the blurry moon as I die. Slowly, painfully, and covered in shit.
