Rumblitis--Chapter Nine (X-Men Of Canada)

 
   As always--my books:  King's Books! 
 
   NINE:
  
   Ray Rumble swiftly awoke from the vividness of phantasmagoria, only to enter the immediacy of an ashen daymare; as a result, he goes to his pills, popping one in the thrush (oropharyngeal candidiasis) of his mouth by way of a Fran Tarkenton Pez Dispenser; indeed, he knew Canada's Department Of National Defense had the uncanny goods on him; therefore, the golden-haired Sasquatch and mercurial midget known as Puck may come hunting for him--ALPHA FLIGHT being the Canadian equivalent to the American Legion Of Super-Sophisticated Toxically-Wasted Avengers; regardless, the castrating trauma of Real Life thwarted Ray's evolution into human normality, him voicing: 
   "Christ save me."
   Ray hated himself.  Was mistake prone and stupid.  Still--he tried baby!  Wasn't no punk.  Totally remembered the oncoming rush of "special team" players assaulting the kicking grace of his left foot.  Yep, punters matter, and it doesn't mean a rat's ass what Dan Dierdorf thinks, for while some men are like unto the Super Villain Rhino (Aleksei Mikhailovich Sytsevich), having mutated muscles galore, others are brilliant engineers, and some are rogue-wasted poets, too dumb to save their own drunken asses in a bathtub full of lukewarm water, doing the decay of Chief Mojo Rising (Jim Morrison).
   "Shit."  Ray knew.
   He had to have Xelba.  Right now.  Found the gleaming edge of Ginsu Cutlery, took it to his wrist, knowing to go vertical with the laceration.  Yup:  This is the End, beautiful friend the End, of our elaborate plans the End--I'll never look into your eyes, again . . .
   But, he would.  Even though:  Lost, in a Roman Wilderness of pain . . .