His thoughts crawed like a cockrouch across the floor of his prison, seeking freedom into a drain cover, into the pipes leading into the matrix of the underworld.
Feeling comfort in the darkness from the judgements of the harsh lights of reality, he moved with ease along the complexity of the pipes ever downwards into his secret underworld.
Further away from the city that was above ground, where building stand like tombstones over those who seemed so souless and without love or compassion.
This is my heaven the cockrough proclaimed concerning his underworld, this is where I belong with all the other trash that was discarded by those in high places, yeah, I got frinds down here.
Then he follow a pipe that led into a gaint channel and he got caught in a river of rushing water that move him swiftly towards a light at the end of the tunnel. He could not escape from the rushing waters and was ejected into the morning light to find his self in a pond.
He looked up at what was ahead of him. I large orange sign that with bold print which read....
City Purificaton Plant.
yipes !
