THE INSIDE OF THE OUTSIDE – KILER DAVENPORT

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little aborted fetuses laying in my morgue in dolls clothes, in little red ski hats, like little shriveled prunes, eyes squinched, mama says don’t they look so precious. i’m thinking to myself ‘we should just throw them away’. that is what we do with most fetuses. mama wants a proper burial. so we give it to her. fetus after fetus after fetus. like little alien beings from another planet. i held them in the palm of my hand. and i said God where are you. standing among stinking rotting decomp, swollen, oozing bodies of all race and age. the smell on my clothes forever embedded. just can’t seem to get that stink off.

call after call after call. sometimes you think you are in hell. life is hell. but you just gotta keep on keepin’ on. it’s in your blood. the guts. the gore. the stench. the stink. that next scene. i just gotta go to that next scene. fat man stuffed himself in camper box blew a perfect Texas star right between his eyes. laid there ten days before we got to him. hundred degrees plus. i knew those parts were gonna fall off. first a leg, then an arm. ain’t no body bag gonna contain this fat ass. suicide. 19 years old stuffed in a camper box.

being connected to the crematorium just made everything worse. cooking body, after body, after body. raking what’s left in my little tray. picking out the metal with a magnet. crushing those final bones down to powder. oops gotta check one in the oven. brains haven’t fully cooked out yet. gonna leave him in another 30 minutes. ever seen a body explode and go bad in an oven. somebody’s got to clean up the body fluid. somebody’s got to slip and slide in it. how do you clean this shit up? with a mop that has been used over and over and over, again and again and again.

we got a thousand toe tags stuffed in the back room next to the old wood stove where they used to burn babies. back before we had the big fancy ovens that sound like a 747 when you push the blow button. assholes used to burn two bodies at a time until they got their ass kicked. all kinds of nasty shit goes on in this place. i could give a box full of crushed pinto beans and tell you it was your daddy. and it really wouldn’t make a fucking bit of difference. you never get the exact amount of ashes of your loved one anyway. you are just mixed in with all the others bodies in the oven. one after one after one.

bones flickin’ and flyin’ in every direction. that shit goes up your nose and in your hair. you breath it down into your body. i kinda miss that smell. it is an odd kind of natural organic smell. i loved working at the morgue. it gives you a strange sense of power. i used to wonder what some of the young, fucked up embombers did to young pretty women freshly dead. some of these guys are really kinky. they stay drunk and fucked up most of the time. and hell you can’t blame them. the shit we see is too much for any one person to bear.

one fucked up deal was a little fetus laying up on top of the vagina all dressed up in doll’s clothes. the black girl who aborted this child was only 18 years old. it’s kind of a functional sense of eroticism to see a scene like that. it is hard to explain if you haven’t been there. vagina, fetus, oozing shit coming out everywhere. it just don’t make any real sense.

we used to sling bodies around in the morgue like potato sacks. this ain’t no secret in the business. sometimes we would get so busy we would have to sleep with the bodies in the ambulance room. i used to be scared shitless of that but i would never tell anyone about that for fear of being called a pussy. throwing babies in the floor board. hauling ass back to the funeral home. oops gotta another call. mine as well pick thissun up on the way it is a homicide. can’t wait to get there to see the cause of death. that is what keeps us going. the different ways people get whacked. the different ways people commit suicide.

cutting bodies down swinging from the rafters at 19 years old is not something i recommend to anybody. especially when their eyes are open, they are stiff as a board, and dripping shit out of their asshole. foamy, frothy mouth and noses. it is a scene right out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie.

my years in this business have taken a toll on me. i have seen it all. i’ve heard it all. homicide was one of the worst experiences of my life. i am tired now. i still have flashbacks every night. the bodies creep and crawl around my bed. i’ve got fucking post traumatic stress disorder from hell. very few of my friends know or even understand the pain i feel inside. it is hard for me to interact with a lot of people. because people just don’t want to hear this shit.

i am telling this story because you want to know what is on my mind. i am 54 now and i have to say i miss the business. the business of death. the business of chaos.

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  1. Kiler, I KNOW: I HAVE NOT EVEN GOTTEN INTO THE THINGS I HAVE REALLY SEEN AND DONE AND FELT – WE ARE ALL FORGIVEN – THIS 3-DIMENSIONAL WORLD IS JUST THAT: only a small part of this Universe, and a job like THAT is NOT in any way desirable, BUT you ARE LOSING IT – we ALL HAVE THESE STORIES only difference, SOME OF THEM ARE TRUE – SOME OF US ARE TRUE !!! DO YOU HAVE A GRIP OF THIS RIGHT NOW?? I KNEW that my Mother’s Body was MORE than likely NOT there, and it did NOT matter, for it was she who made me take EST: and I KNOW that she knew exactly what she was doing: making herself old and senile when she REALLY did NOT have to be: because she only wanted ONE thing: to BE with my FATHER: I dId a Ceremony that helped her Grandchildren: my "children" – and only HER because she always said I do NOT care whee my body is when I vacate this body – just hat I AM with Daddy. I made sure she WAS and IS with "DADDY"……Kiler, I have not just kicked ONE "heroin" habit, but many and THE VERY WORST WAS THE METHADONE THAT THE STATE PUTS US ON WHEN WE SAY : ok, HELP ME !!!!! I KNOW I HELPED MYSELF and that these Programs were only there in order to make (some of us – those of us who had HEART – ) to actually move out of the place – mentally – where we had to be there and around the other "junkies" ever again – IF WE "GOT" it. I GOT IT !!!!! I kicked that Methadone three times all COLD and COLD AS HELL – this stuff poisons your body and takes 16 months in order to stop the HORRENDOUS, everyday PAIN EVERYWHERE IN ONE’s BODY – and no sleep: for 16 months at a time, and I DID this three times: one – in order that THEY did NOT have the pleasure of allowing my daughter to be born ON 30 mg. of that stuff: I screamed to the "doctor" GO TO HELL !!! AND WALKED OUT – knowing that, once again, I was going to "kick" this COLD and maybe lose the child if I was NOT careful…and it was PURE HELL – YES, and more – I HAVE been there when the "boys" and the Lifeboat station were taking the bodies they had found when "dragging" Lake Michigan – and – FOUND two week long in the water – bodies come up smelling, and full of sea life which was attached to them: I was 8 years old. AND THERE IS MORE, and I JUST DO NOT FEEL LIKE SAYING IT ALL, AS I AM ON MY MILK THISTLE RIGHT NOW, and in my MIND !!!!! WE NEED TO WRITE FOR GRANTS, Kiler and we NEED to apply them – and first, to FIND THEM !!! THEY ARE OUT THERE, AND I KNOW IT: BUT last I found them I had a REAL LIBRARY – and COULD DO THIS: online, we must mostly PAY to actually research – or someone is running a money game in order to lead us to them – it is BAD: this Cyber-World and yet, good in the way that it allows one to communicate over vast distances, and of course, they all are listening in. I WAS ONE OF THOSE TAKEN – BY – WHAT? UFO’s – is that all we can call them?? yes, because we have no idea what they are to really BE CALLED !!! BUT I have always known the Gov’t has to do with it all, and also, that I was taken – many times, and not why. BUT, WAS sent to AZ and met up with the boy who had been exploring the swamps with me at 4 years old – who had become a US AIR FORCE OFFICER: it was he who was de-briefing me, and I have NO idea what the time spent in a room with cameras and microphones in it – WAS all about: I was NOT an "enemy of the State" only 16-17 years old, and had HAD THAT surgery already split up my behind – and three times yet !!!! WHY?? WHY was it done to me?? I have had to fight and almost kill the guys who tried to rape me almost every "date" I went on, and it turned out my Band was the only male – set of people I COULD trust – I think. BUT lost them, too – and then it was the Hell’s Angels of the place I was in – NOT Oakland ones they suck as people – and they protected me fora while, and then, I left them – and was destined to live out the "One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest……" Scenario, too..and I ESCAPED AND THEY REALLY WERE LOST WITHOUT ME..LOL. I DO KNOW THE HARD CORE SHIT, my friend, and am telling you NOW – it is STILL DO-ABle !!!!!!! I LOVE YOU, Kiler…and must go and see your message now…IT IS NOT EASY AND YET, i have been at least six different people – OF NECESSITY – at different times, and cannot forget what I wish I had been able to, and MUST GO ON UNTIL I AM SOMEONE ELSE’s PROBLEM – SO SAD THE WAY THIS LIFE CAN BE – BUT it IS DO-ABLE !!!!! HAVE HOPE< my FRIEND !!!!!!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO COST MONEY TO DIE ?????????

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