I'm under the city sidewalk, the asphalt diamonds glittering and shimmering like strange galaxies above, my pink chewing gum globes and people should kiss the ground where I have trod, the slick and oily matrix, the chemical explosions and violent, digital prostitute gnashing her fangs, an orange and electrocuted breeze and venomous snakes that don't crawl on their bellies, the painted heels and black blood in the lungs, eyes divine, people in cement barrels, ornate coffins in the lake, bones in the mud, indescribable skeletons dancing like dry leaves in this hostile inferno.