Willy

Willy

I step out of my clothes. Jeans make a great pile of deep blue rope coiled in two tight circles. I slept in my clothes again and the denim seems oddly tanned like leather and still dusty like the still living hide of some stray cattle. I am sure they shower the cattle before they let them loose to become my dinner. I wasn't talking about dinner. It is still early.
In my fist I have a strong pesticide on a stick and I jab at the little men working to make my teeth hurt. They have a silver mine in there and if they dig long enough they hit a nerve. Usually the mine collapses when they do that. Then the caverns fill with flavourful silver which isn't drain safe in California. I have to have it taken away by a service. Anyway, I can prevent the whole thing if I just jab my bristled lance at the little menaces. They scamper out of the way and clear their little moldering bodies by kicking them out over my tongue in a frothy stew of smelly menthol. The fresh coat of fluoride makes my mouth feel like I have just painted to attract a higher selling price.
I climb over the retainer wall and drape the rest of the room in clear vinyl. I scrubbed the vinyl last night and maybe that is why I slept in my clothes. Scrubbing yellow germs from vinyl can take hours if it is done right. The vinyl protects my pants from getting wet. The steam will make them soft again, but the direct water will make them unwearable without a treatment to get the sand germs from them.
I open the valves and the cleanser runs down my face. I had the cleanser installed when they got the wires out of my kitchen. I know they listen for people who don't take care like I do. I don't take chances with them. I use another frothy coat to slick the ends of my hair so nothing can cling to my head. I think the rash on my back came from germs that got in my shirt when I pulled it over my head. The cleasner runs clear from the jet shaped pipe and I know I am purified.
I grab for a towel quickly to stop the blood from running down my face. I can feel it in little droplets as it makes a dash from my scalp to the wells in my eyes. I apply a little pressure with the towel and the bleeding stops. Then I scrub with the towel to prevent any further trickles down my cheeks. One stream of blood gets away and I feel it run quickly down the middle of my back where it wakes up the insects.
My legs are now crawling with insects in a rush to devour the blood as it trickles down my back. I can't rech it with the towel and I can feel the squirms as the critters race down my legs and onto my feet. They are everywhere until I smash them with the soft cloth. Once they are touched by the cloth they die. At least, when I touch the cloth to them I can't feel their tentacles anymore. I scrub the towel over my whole self one last time to clean up any residue or to destroy any possible trickle insects.
I step into my pants without my feet touching the inside of the legs. I piled them that way on purpose. Then I tuck in my t-shirt and try to buckle the belt without the man outside hearing the cold metal as the buckle clips shut. I think I am discovered.
I see the door knob slowly rotate and I can hear the paint on the doorjamb creak as the port to outside is compromised. I am naked and Mr. Lister is waiting for me again. He looks angry and tells me I will have to change my clothes if I am to have recreation time. I don't trust him, but he seems to be in charge here. Recreation time is nice, except the medicine always makes me feel the trickle bugs in my stomach.

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