Slick and burning the oily rain coats your hair and face. Your hands streaked and slippery."What the fuck you?" you say to yourself out loud. The money sack you are clinging to under your arm drops as you start to run looking for some cover. "I should have just stayed back at that Church." You slip hard in an oily puddle and the money sack goes sliding away into a sewer hole in the side walk as you grit your teeth, clench your eyes, and tuck your chin into your neck.
A space opens up inside your mind. A doorway of sorts.
A voice not yours but inside your consciousness says enter into my Unthinkable Gosainthan.
Its fucking Jesus with a smile on his face. He is pissing black oil on the whole world.
You are shocked but you love him for it. "Oh fuck, he hates this world more than I do." He is like you but doing what you only pine away to do. Ghost vapors rise from your bones in an every mounting orgasm tension. There is a snap like release and your go flying up into the storm. You swirl around in the storm and then rain down on the earth with a vengeance.
You feel like you are in a scrubbing bubbles commercial.