figurative storm

In the midst of a figurative storm my eyes were asleep. as my body convulsed like some sort of mexican jumping bean. Yes it is a tired cliche: A light came pouring through the dismal oxygen. And by pouring I mean slowly and slimely trickling through the ceiling and seeping beneath the door. But it came none the less. If it had been a horse I would have sounded the charge w/ a bugle in hand and a sword in the other. The light however, being light and not a horse nor any other ungulate. Simply shown bright and helped to clear away a bit of the darkness. Rather like a feather duster, minus the feather and dust. So, as I stated before the light poured in. And me, Startled, alone, w/ one hand on my scrotum (as always) Sat by the technocolor fire place while a martini pissed in my toilet. Side note- You, being the reader, more than likely had no fucking clue what the last statement meant. That is if you can even read it considering the power is out and I can barely see the paper. I however, do know what the previous statement meant but rather than provide a detailed explanation like any respectably intelligent, ambitious writer would do I will simply acknowledge the fact that it may be ridiculous and non-sensical to some (some beingly the insanely stupid) End of side- Note And as the light poured something crawled (or slithered) out of one of the many orifices in my body. That something, having figurative sharp teeth and glowing red eyes filled w/ fiery malice, was a thing I was very glad to have rid of,           ^         gotten however painful it’s exit might have been to whatever orifice it did so choose to exit from.i wrote this at 2 in the morning during a power failure in pitch black, i have no idea what it is. does it even make any sense? Written December 24th, 2001 © on Dec 24 2001 07:23 AM PST   17 • 0 • 10