She had balls enough for the both of us. Let he who has the stones cast the first sin. She sat on the street corner gargling God’s word. God speaks to me in gasps and gargles. The sweet monkey of the soul. A pretty girl with a very ugly vagina. An ugly girl with a very pretty vagina. The year I became a coward. We’re all cowards in the womb. It’s a shame all my visions involve football. Show me. Slow me. Spin me around. The easiest wound to inflict. I’ve been cut but I’ve never been wounded. I wish this scar was from a suicide attempt. These wounds don’t count, as they were self-inflicted. The brain is a bastard. He never fell down but he refused to get up.