Splatterpulp

 put on your raincoat and go outside and don't let the sludge drench you. it's not clean. it's not rain. get me the paper by the mailbox before it gets unreadable. the paper was soaked, grainy feeling, as i brought it in. holding with three fingers pinched, dropped it on the table. godamnit, mind the splatter boy! maybe it was the light making the paper look red, bud it looked as though the paper dripped of blood, staining and running the ink. blood draws on articles