Bleed me
Blood. Warm and red, it splashes around in my body. Putters through my veins, provides oxygen to my muscles and delivers booze to my brain.
Every time I cause my blood to flow it surprises me. I half expect it to be green, or to be super acid and eat through steel like the blood of the alien in Alien. It just seems like with all the synthetic crap in my body my blood should reflect it somehow. An emulsified cheesy substance ought to be what pumps through my veins. But its just plain AB.
I haven't seen my blood in a long time. Not so long ago my daily apelike antics would cause me to bash my limbs and skull into objects, causing all sorts of scrapes and cuts from which my blood would run. But lately I haven't done anything to cause my blood to spill.
I think that if I try to find something missing in my life that would probably be it. I haven't been using my body enough and a lack of scars proves it. What's the point of having a warm body if you all you do is take care of it and try to protect it? I need to start taking chances with my body again.
There is no better feeling than adrenaline coursing through your veins as you jump a fence to escape thorny legal situations. There is no better wound than a blood gushing gash on your leg from eating shit while trying to ollie down a stair gap.
Most people seem to really care for their body by keeping it clean, tanned, and fat free. The way I see it, they see their body as something like a rental car or a hotel room, as if keeping it in good shape will ensure you get your deposit back. Ordinary intelligent rational people think this way. Well not me fucko's!
I'm gonna dent the shit out of this baby before I return it. I'm not looking to smash my face in, or get my arm blown off building a pipe bomb, but so what if I did? Maybe, just maybe that pipe bomb was worth it. Getting scarred for doing something retarded is not what I'm talking about. Getting in a fight with a motorcycle gang or pissing off your neighbor so much he smashes your face in with a wine bottle are not good ways to get scarred. But having your arms chewed off at the elbows while fighting a Grizzly bear is pretty cool. And breaking your legs trying to jump 23 school buses on a motorbike is the fuckin best!
Spilling your blood while being brave is something to be proud of. Plus, if your blood is anything like mine, it tastes kinda like a snickers bar.