Sensation #91                                                                                                                                                            

My body is sore and full. My head is stuck on only at the core. Loosely attached. I am a plushy bobble head, but nobody is making it jiggle.

Sensation #90                                                                                                                                                                                                                    It came on suddenly. Distended belly swelling. I thought my stomach was going to pop. I threw up air for 40 minutes straight. Now it is a dull nagging ache.

Sensation #89
I've been run through a hamburger spaghetti meat grinder and then molded back into the image of my former self squeezed hard at the neck from sleeping too much.

Sensation #88
It is poking its head out. I need to go bad. My anus is dilating. A warm scoop of super fudge chunk freezer burnt tough the size of a major league baseball in the front.

Senstaion #87
Eyes are puffy with stretching slit lids, like overripe fruit slow bursting split skin, in the sun. Too tired to see out of. As if I had just had a hard cry, and the retinas are numb.

Sensation #86
I just woke up with a full body hangover,
and I hadn't drank anything except for water.

Sensation #85
One of my arteries in my stomach, or a major vein, like a tree branch, or divining rod, just spontaneously became inflamed twice. Like it just filled with fire instead of fluid with two spoonfuls of two year old peanut butter on top. Log house with a mud brick roof containing the fire. The outside of my stomach is fireproof.

Sensation #84
Took a nap and woke up with a hole in my chest, above and to the left of my heart and most of the cops were gone. I didn't know what was going on and the left side of my body was numb. Numbness in the fingers and hands? Letting the poor circulation go on worse than it usually is.

Sensation #83

The pressure in my eyeballs is so severe that it's making stretching noises, and I can actually hear the swelling. The sound is loudest when I open my mouth.
Sensation #82
A completely severed head always feels heavier than one would expect, but I expect it and right now it's still connected. Wobbling in the gravity between my shoulders.

Sensation #81
The head is stuffed. Taxidermy. Deer's head on a slab. Leaky tire sealant pumped in, sticky tears sopped out around the marbles with about 20 psi. left. Like I said there is some compression, it's called fatigue, not gonna be up much longer.

Sensation #80
An imaginary tongue just licked a 9-volt battery dead center in the middle of my chest.

Sensation #79
The brain feels like a small loaf of bread and the bag wasn't closed properly and I feel it going stale. At least three slices in the cerebral cortex are as hard as a rock.

Sensation #78
The eyelids feel like they are attached to my forehead with double strung puppet strings and vibrating sounds only dogs can hear.

Sensation #77
A figure eight made out of pressboard, dragged behind a truck and scratched up and shrank down, cut in half and shoved into my nostrils. Two cotton balls placed in a glass of dirty dishwater dried out in the window sill and then used to clean off the TV screen and stuffed up my nose past the figure eight halves are making it very hard for me to breathe.

Sensation #76
The nostrils feel like two stubby crusty short segments of brittle sun dried garden hose that had been used to pump out septic tanks for years and then shoved up my nose.

Sensation #75
I just got a 'Charlie Horse' in my right ear, but it didn't last long thank god

Sensation #74
Now the throat feels dry and coarse like a hollow dead branch and the bark is sloughing off as it rots and I cough up mildew mucus leaf mold fungus phlegm.

Sensation #73
The back of the throat feels coarse, like when you scrape the back of your hand against a brick wall.

Sensation #72
The temples feel like the pressure inside a hubcap, right before it pops off when you slam into a curb drunk.

Sensation #71
My trunk is like a box of chocolates, that has been shaken up violently while closed. If you were to open it, you would find all of the chocolates are still in their proper places but the individual wax papers would be disheveled and some of the chocolates would be out of kilter. The same holds true to my major organs.

Sensation #70
Flat on my back, the skin holding it all together, holding me together, can only tolerate so much spreading out. But the need is there for more. Like a torso constipation pressure but way up high in my chest type of torsion.

Sensation #69
A hard old piece of Play-Doh that's been on a kids shelf for years collecting dust is stuck in my ass, poking its head out, but I'm too scared to go.

Sensation #68
I'm so mad at my mouth right now, I could just dig in there with a wrench and start breaking things.

Sensation #67
Wired. All sugared up licking the backs of my teeth savagely. Fighting against whole body stiffness. The majority of tension/weight is above the shoulders, pressing downwards like forcing a buoy to lay sideways on dry land for hours on end.

Sensation #66
The cheekbones feel like slowly growing stones
Like rubby smooth stalagmite cones

Sensation #65
I took the palm of my hand and put it over my mouth and I'm not getting any suction when I breathe in. I am a vacuum cleaner and I need to change the bags in my chest.

Sensation #64
An awkwardness in the mouth, lips and gums. The objects need to be stretched. They have been overstimulated and now suffer a loss of feeling by excess nervous contact. Like a hand that has been stuck out of a car window for a while and the car has been going 35 to 40 miles per hour.

Sensation #63
My head is an upside down bottle with no lid. Directly underneath, it's mouth not mine, a thick choking damp smoke pours in and blackens the glass dense like the lungs of an old coal miner. I can't think, like he can't breathe, like it can't hold any water.

Sensation #62
The backs of my bottom teeth feel grainy, rough or scabby. Like a picket fence that wasn't sanded before being painted and then wasn't sanded before being repainted and now both coats are starting to chip and peel as I obsessively lick them.

Sensation #61
Tugging with my teeth on a sliver of almost detached fingernail. Every attempt at ripping it free has failed miserably, with hyper acute blue fire point deep bunsen burner impalation GOT IT ! Now a numbing ache spreads down to the second knuckle.

Sensation #60
Numerous spots inside the body feel rubbed raw, like a toe or a heel that sticks out of a worn out old sock and gets walked on all day.

Sensation #59
Tremendous pressure in the temples, from the inside and not the outside. The pressure is comparable to the flat wood blocks placed under the legs of a pool table to keep it level.

Sensation #58
A wooden door stopper wedged below and to the left of my solar plexus denying me the freedom to move. A cramp caused by a foreign object lodged in my abdomen hunched over and it's the splinters jutting outward that are the proof.

Sensation #57
My over the pelvis mid section is greater than or equal to a charred smoked salmon steak.

Sensation #56
My brain is NOT covered with an industrial grade carpet.
"Uh oh - Got a grape juice spill here !"

Sensation #55
The ingredients of a head full of hurt;
One part reason
Two parts landfill dirt

Sensation #54
The word 'nettles' comes to mind as I contemplate the phenomenon occuring on the inside of my left knee. If one was to take an ice cube, and stick it to the skin there, and then rip it off - or better yet make an artificial turf burn , or scratchy quick separation of velcro with a prolonged after touch.

Sensation #53
It's strange, like I pulled a muscle in my jugular vein.

Sensation #52
The capital letter ' H '
With an inverted ' V ' on top
Is making a two story house of pressure
Inside my neck
Thick and flat
Like a Western movie ghost town
Studio saloon facade
Jutting upwards into my cranium
Piercing my cerebellum
I can hardly muster any muscular activity

Sensation #51
Clammy chafing pubic razor burn mild tackiness sweat stinging salty raw on the sides of my inner thighs and abrasive adjacent recently shaved balls.

Sensation #50
Torn off skin at the end of my left index finger sunburned with sandpaper down to the last layer sweating wetness water or lipids. Not quite deep enough to bleed.

Sensation #49
I am a cat, infested with a breed of fleas indigenous only to my hairless fingertips. And I can't stop chewing tense gnaw them raw until most of the layers of skin are missing off of all of them.

Sensation #48
The inside front of my head feels yucky folks. I've got no where else to go.

Sensation #47
Fuzzy neo not good visibility in only one of my eyes. The right eye.

Sensation #46
The skeletal facial fragment which contains the eyes, feels like the letter ' W ' made from tongue depressors. The impression is not as strong as the numbness from cocaine.

Sensation #45
The front of my bottom teeth feel like the rain slick side of a tiny log cabin only upturned and thumpy.

Sensation #44
Most of the bones in my arms and legs feel the same. As if each one was a wheelbarrow load of dirt, weighted down, wedged in the ground, waiting to be carted off and dumped.

Sensation #43
Legs crossed, with sticky skin humidity, like stuck to each other as if one was hot vinyl upholstery.

Sensation #42
A stretched out piece of chicken gristle, developed suddenly in my carotid artery, then disappeared just as quickly, like an air bubble fart, in the bathtub of my circulatory system.

Sensation #41
THONK ! Sharp point connected with my elbow. Slowly dragging numbness towards fingertips. An inchworm sluggish pulsation, imitation power line hum deep below the surface. An electrified boulder, dumped from a manhole into the once still now charged slopping sewage on the inner walls of the human arm. My arm.

Sensation #40
An imaginary new paint brush, lightly pressed against my back, tickled by the bristles, denying the urge to scratch.

Sensation #39
Empty headed light and numb
Balsa wood
Cranium

Sensation #38
Plasmatter expansion. Erratic rhythmic protrusions like a baby in the womb kicking it's mother inside my Broca's Region.

Sensation #37
My innards are still churning, liquid friction burning "repulsive" won't do and the word "pungent" isn't strong enough either. Putrid gut sick globulations in motion. Sludge upheaval.

Sensation #36
Brain boiling skull cauldron. A sand dune steam shoveled over a mirage and bakes it. Solar squelched. Hot caramel stuck to the roof of my head and on top of that I fell small like a free sample.

Sensation #35
A twisting pinch occurs with every step my shadow takes, and my shadow never walks at the exact same pace as I do. It actually moves more slowly.

Sensation #34
The teeny weenie puncture wound from the finishing screw atomic bomb. The blast spreads warty tough fall out around the impact axis ground zero and a heat flash waves through my entire being. E=NP squared x 2 to the puncture power spread.

Sensation #33
I just jabbed a metal door lock notch in my back where the left kidney is by accident. Immediate swelling, fullness, thick rubber, permanent hunch, doubled up underwater, like standing on a soccer ball in the swimming pool kind of pain pressure, hard wincing.

Sensation #32
The immediate air surrounding a cotton ball, appears to be in my ear canal and it is demanding my attention but softly.

Sensation #31
My skull is an upside down skillet, with a thin layer of bacon grease stuck to it and still sizzling on the surface of my brain beneath the scalp. It's an electro-chemical imbalance, minus the "chemical".

Sensation #30
It sounds like a thin wire is running through my head, connected to my eardrums stretched tight by a mini comealong, manual chain hoist, and the back of a hacksaw blade is being rubbed up and down on it shrill.

Sensation #29
My stomach feels impatient.
Like a fat faced dog.
Ready to jump.
All quivering and what not.

sensation #28
Nerve flutter like confetti at a ticker tape parade. Steady stream of jitters in all four limbs and head. Champagne fizzy carbonated blood. The tremors have brought home victory. Showering off the mud.

Sensation #27
Wet fart with an acorn shaped seepage bubble. The cap brim burned white, the thin skin bulged out like a starched stiff toboggan the size of a Ken Doll's head. Partially soiled myself. Need to bathe.

Sensation #26
Rubbery blister form, with napalm fire puss. The Devil's gonna pop it, running his nail across it. Feels obnoxious like the clammy palming of a big balloon in my colon.

Sensation #25
Take a bruise. Spread it out. Turn it over and staple it to the dimples of my ass, because I walked too much yesterday.

Sensation #24
On my left hand, it feels like I have a ghost pain where my 6th finger should have been.

Sensation #23
My pubic hair feels like a steel wool bird's nest, and my other scalp is tremendously itchy with dandruff like volcanic ash and once I started scratching it became difficult to stop.

Sensation #22
My urethra was a pole and not a hollow tube. It was outdoors on a record breaking hot day and the pole is a metal guard rail. I walked along down the stairs gliding my index finger across it's smooth surface blistering the skin on purpose so that my stomach notted up when I peed.

Sensation #21
There is a warm, floating, isosceles triangle between my legs, with too much pleasure pressure filling up the sharpest angle, indicating that I need to pee.

Sensation #20
The negative space of my rectum
Has shrunk to the size and shape of a finger condom
The kind commonly used to cover up wounds in the food service industry.

Sensation #19
A pain in the abdomen, solar plexus, xiphoid process. Like a cubic zarconia, small and cut to exact specifications. It's growing inside the bone, like tree roots under a sidewalk, and it's the emerging cracks that are really causing me discomfort.

Sensation #18
It feels like there is a square plastic bread bag sealer stuck between my fourth and fifth rib. Every now and then when I move or inhale it lets out a little bit of air and pinches me with it's scratchy sharp plastic edge fire tweezers in the slack.

Sensation #17
Embedded in my abdomen is a burning hot searing charcoal ember. I hold it in afraid that it's greasy flatulence.

Sensation #16
If you were to take the capital letter ' T ' and inflate it to the point of almost bursting, then replace the air with sour milk and insert ' T ' in me, inside my stomach...

Sensation #15
Numerous pains triangular in shape fighting to move down my belly. Like the Blue Angels in jet fighter echelon formation facing an unearthly wind and making no headway. They just hovered and incinerated all sense of air/tissue around them. I can still recall the screaming of their engines. Then the wind came to an abrupt halt, and I barely had enough time to make it to the toilet before they nose dived and shot out of my bowels liquified, scorching the tender pink flesh of my anus. Which instantly shriveled up like a miniature plastic bag over flame. Smoldering a putrid noxious smoke for what seemed like forever.

Sensation #14
In my stomach there are uncomfortable "pokies", like I swallowed little tiny pieces of bark that don't agree with me.

Sensation #13
My legs feel over exerted, energy vacant like an open circuit.
Wum wum wum wum wum bone conductor.
Wum wum wum wum wum resistance.

Sensation #12
A piece of vertebrae, with a rusted and crusty shank of metal wedged in it. When I move it moves, when it moves I hurt real god damn bad.

Sensation #11
Imagine stretching out a single vertebrae across a ravine, as if it was an industrial strength rubber band and then keep the tension there for a while. Now imagine your spine feeling like a long dried up river bed. The sun rises and inflames every single dust particle inside of it. Then 2 ogres scrape the gorge with ultra wide pick axes tirelessly on your nervous system until one of them backs into the rubber band and "SNAP !". The pain is sustained like a loud ringing in your ears, except for the fact that you can hear it in your back.

Sensation #10
What if my spine was a smooth running operation, until that single grain of sand got in there and from that point on things really started wearing down.

Sensation #9
I am finding no comfort in the fetal position. I know what's going on. I am suffering from a backbone fluid drought, and now the long dehydrated spine is drawing on liquid resources from both my legs and arms.

Sensation #8
If the radiating pain in my side is anything at all like the universe, it will hopefully stretch itself out to infinity, or snap back in on itself quickly and just implode me.

Sensation #7
This one feels like someone made precise incision slits, unnoticed by me, above and below my chest muscles. Then they inserted smooth rocks, well worn by a river, and then stitched me back up with them still in there.

Sensation #6
I've got a cramp in my neck. In a muscle that's not illustrated in any of my anatomy books.

Sensation #5
A sandpaper sheath shrouds the kidneys. Inside the sides of them swelling with hemispherical aches, to produce a polished military brasso shine on the tips of my lowest rubbed ribs. "You could shave in the reflection." Abrasive.

Sensation #4
I am a soaking wet washcloth
Wrung out hard, tight and twisted
Then left to dry in this position.

Sensation #3
My head feels like a partially eaten apple, already turning brown, and crammed down the end of a pipe.

Sensation #2
Woke up again. This time with jittery flat whole torso spasms. Like I had been beaten in my sleep, and unconsciously combative, with my arms folded in, numb and underneath.

Sensation #1
There is a triangle, full and equilateral, bulging out like a plastic air pillow with a lot of humid fluid in it, or a warm hot water bottle. Squishy, and pushing down on a swollen wooden bedpost penis. Piss hard on, hard to sleep on.