Encompassed by it's manificence, I become enthralled with the big city splendor.
Transfixed I sit. High atop a concrete thrown, and resting against the sculpted mask of a grotesque. From this pearched position, I am one with the belly of the beast, and find myself marveling over every facet of her nervous system. In this symphony of the senses, little, if anything, is lost on me. I hear the collective groan of traffic that forms her heartbeat, and watch splatters of neon imagery, which are her thoughts. As her bowls let loose into the sewer, I catch the pungent aroma wafting up into the air. Along with the gaseous emissions of commuters, as they file back, one by one, into the toilet of humanity.
Far below, her primal voice is heard, in the audible hostility of her combative denziens. In their screams and shouts, threats and vulgarities. Her pulse quickens, and reproductive organs flush with heat, when two of her children fornicate in an adjacent alleyway. Cums spills onto the ashphalt. Lubricating the parched, erroded surface of her ashphalt skin.
Suddenly, with the bellow of thunder, she echos he displeasure, and begins to weep from her skyward eyes. Emitting a torrential stream, of planitary unhappiness. Raining down with unbridled authority, in a attempt to both purge and cleanse. Choosing to remain at my post, I accept the full consequences of her outburst. Slick with her tears, my face becomes a smeared mask, of dark eyeshadow. Streaked with pools of cosmetic gloom, I appear as some tragic mime. Lost in the wasteland, of this saturated apocolypse. And the drenched overseer, of this vast, metropolitian landscape.
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