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I set myself on fire just to see if I could still feel. Just kidding,
I turned on the TV. The fraggles were on except it was missing the
I took out a knife to stab myself I mean to shave. I shaved my beard off in one clean cut but I also slashed open a gash on my chin. I bled all over the place like a giantess on the rag. I thought about high school and how the kids I grew up with all got jobs in the television and film industry or CEOs or otherwise serving as dominating sugar daddies and me I
I lit up a firecracker and it shot through the
At this point my chin was bleeding, my finger stubs were bleeding, and my newly found toe severed orifice was bleeding, and I was feeling really tired and about to die. I picked up the remote control with my still intact foot and turned on the TV. There was a soap opera on.
I flipped to the next station. It was an office building. Employees were sticking pencils up their noses and commenting on their daily stock portfolios and commenting that the stocks in food, shelter, sex, and air were falling. Figures. Things change all the time. A grizzled man with five
But there was no light. No bright light. No light. I just laid there and bled for hours. I must have bled 72 ounces of blood. I think there was symbolism in that.
I bled another 128 ounces of blood and then I heard a knock on the door. My chin was bleeding, my feet, my teeth and gums, one of my hands. There was another knock on the door. I grabbed the phone and threw it at the door to symbolize a
He threw me on his back. He had a whole band with him in that flashy convertible of his. Drummer, beatboxers, bass guitar. It matters not, other than that music is good. Music is wholesome. Music is good for the wholesome. A heartbeat is a rhythm. Music is good for the soul.
I bled another 200 gallons of blood in his backseat. Nobody seemed to care. They accepted me for who I was. And as we drove off home toward Mexico, I realized I
I was a skeleton. And I was among friends.
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