Almost like I was pulling all the skin off myself. Like putting razor blades in salt blocks to make the prey bleed.
Your stomach is almost something stupid and ugly and when you lay down at night and your toes feel good and warm you think about extracting it all. Just fucking vomiting it all up…
I couldn’t and can’t believe I was trying to test myself and getting rid of all my books and hiding all my thoughts a slow process of relinquishing driving madly between trees, on the wrong side of the road, I did, understanding what air bags look like and all the powder that lays upon your lap.