golden oldie

i passed like film through a lateral trap, my benign insides crudely crushed by the topographic map. i felt the pines injecting sap into my back with needles. and i was slapped awake by a half-baked monkey covered in lime from his hard water shower, and crudely collecting quartz from his rocky underbed. and i peeled a strange slimy shape from the wall and threw it at his paw, he covered up his jaw and saw my crucial flaw. and then he mauled me, dear god, he calmed me. all the while, while bleeding i felt stress releasing. so i picked out the monkey teeth from my skin. and pulled the thorny wreath from my brow. i felt as though the breadth of our sin, is as close to death as we see now. and then i decided to scrap such subleties and engulf upon vagrant frivolity. i am a living being and life imbibes me to pine for my primal instincts. so i tore a lip off the ship's chef and threw it into his own stew. i find that ironic, how 'bout you?