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[blustocking]

The image of my chest bursting open like a flower just flashed through my head.
It was somewhat appealing.

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[ex-sia857.livejournal.com]

Thursday I had to do a Customer Appreciation Day thing at work, which basically means that we barbecue for our customers and it's the lamest, most fucked-up, GAYEST thing in the world, and I hate this annual tradition.

Anyway.

I was walking back to the breakroom with a very sharp knife after slicing some tomatoes, and a vision flashed in my head - what would happen if I took this knife, jammed it into my stomach, and twisted it a few times?

For someone who hates blood and physical pain as much as I do, this brief fantasy of disemboweling myself was somewhat disturbing in its appeal.

Uhm, anyway, I'm not sure if this relates at all to your entry, but hey. At least I'm sharing.

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

I think I wrote a poem like that once. All sorts of dark shit used to course through my head. (It still does, but mostly in brief flashes.)