Rumblitis--Chapter Sixteen (Orchiectomy)

 
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   SIXTEEN:
  
   Ray Rumble.  A mad dash into Doctor Basil Loveflesh's nearby condo.  The sensualistic physician springing forth from a leather recliner, disturbing his fixed attention upon the televised imagery of Hillary Clinton's cankles, the good doctor involved in a lewd manner of self-mutilation in Ray's raging mind.
   "What the hell!?!"  Basil blurted out, zipping up his boot cut Levi's.
   Ray grabbed the astonished physician, letting loose with a tongue lashing:
   "Don't haunt me with your Dmitri Fyodorovich Karamazov crap Doc!  Xelba is my other half--we are supersymmetric synergy!  I will not practice the folly of fornication here on this shithouse of a planet!"
   And, Ray's wasted mind, lost to a theological brainstorm of misinformation and actual realities, remembering Saint Jerome's desire to denounce the demonic dance of women that horribly haunted his morbid and mystical mind; moreover--Origen Adamantius and the infamous emasculation of self, following Christ's Biblical Teaching:  (KJV)--Matthew 19:12:  "For there are some eunuchs, which were so born from their mother's womb:  and there are some eunuchs, which were made eunuchs by men:  and there be eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven's sake.  He that is able to receive it, let him receive it."
   Ray, tears terribly torturing his suffering existence, pleading:
   "Cut me Doc!  Or I'll do it myself and probably bleed to death!"
   In a panic, with a few kitchen utensils and some drug store necessities, Basil, under much distress, performed the medical emasculation, leaving Ray's manpiece at least, knowing a penectomy would offer the suffering of urinary incontinence; thus, he diligently removed the entire spermatic cord and testicles, dodging the sanguine circumstances, and cleansing the wasted area with a hungry splash of saline solution, closing various layers of dermis and tissue with many-a-suture; next, wrapped the fleshy trauma in sterile gauze and bandaged it, saying:
   "Shit.  I haven't smoked since the ignition of the Obama Administration--but I wanna . . . "
   Ray, too stupid to go into shock from the crippling pain, seeing the gore-smeared hands of Basil, simply said:
   "I need a drink Doc--you got any Purple Passion?"