All the bad things that have happened to you. The forced anal sodemy horrors of childhood, the being pee'd on by laughing jocks in the shower. The girl friends who crushed your heart, broke your balls. The cigarettes. The job in the morning. The Attention Deficit Disorder Pills. The boner drugs and the bad sex and the migraines.
Indoor plumbing and all the malaise that accompanies it. Pets that hate you. Playground equipment designed to spay and lobotomize. The little daily futile attempts to hold on to something and make it yours. The Great Alarm. You scream all your woes out and hear the echo's scream with you, repeating your angst your rage your fear your hurt. And you heal. You are the only truly balanced person in the world. You like a baby, like a ninja, like a poet raised from the ashes to heal the world. You leave the sewers laughing. A hard driving rain is drenching the streets. It cleanses you of the fecal birth residues. You are here to save the world!