Julio, Come To Me

I'm in a hospital room for something. Head trauma? The doctors are feeding me these pills. Except, they're not doctors, they're these, you know cosmic beings stalking from the corner of this dusty Hexagon. What I thought were pills I now know are the vital crystals of endoenlightenment. I clasp them with my hand and crunch them with my teeth. Except, they're not my teeth, or my hands, but flowing orifices projected by my very frightened and disillusioned left ventricle. Thump, thump, thump goes my left cremaster muscle. It creaks to life. I am now peeling from the walls of the open cavity of a vivisected ideology. Julio, come to me. Bring me my insulin drink.