A few words on blood and a rubbish story.
Blood is a unique and complicated liquid. The coppery taste and feel, the texture, which is completely unlike any other substance, the bright red slickness of steaming fresh arterial blood, or the rich veiny maroon sluggishness of the de-oxygenated.

Or its strained cousin, blood plasma. The oh so sticky grain to it, the clear straw-coloured goodness which is the basis of so many medical procedures. Some unnecessary.

Then there is the blood which is squeezed out of a fresh heart with your fist, already clotting and hardening, tacky to the touch, and chewy in your mouth.

A hardened ripe tumour, bursting with malignancy.

So anyway, a story about blood. Bloooooooood.

So there I was, eating a raisin and oatmeal cookie at my desk in work, when I hear a blood curdling scream.

Turns out it didn’t.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 19:21, Reply)