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April 25, 2005
Things Are Dicey Here
Um, weird. I'm thinking about my kitchen knives. And sharpening them.
And cutting myself with them.
That's something that never even seemed remotely possible.
Except for that once when I wanted to put one through my temple.
But seriously weird shit is going on in my head.
What the fuck?
[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (April 25, 2005 5:48 PM) by revealing evil. [+]
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I have strange moments when I'm sitting at traffic lights where I just roll out into on-coming traffic and can imagine my neck snapping to one side, breaking clean through the vertebrae. Does it mean I want it to happen? No. It's just that my mind is a strange and wonderful thing!
OK, I'll buy strange and wonderful!
Thank you for making me feel less freakish! It just... well it caught me off guard.
I don't know that you should be reassured by my version of strange and wonderful. After all I've the strange right - but wonderful? I sometimes have moments at work where I honestly wonder whether I could kill someone and get away with it, and other times when I look down from tall buildings and wonder how high my body would bounce when it hit the ground. careful who you judge your version of freakish from!
That's just it. We're all freaks on some level--It's just that my freak is more freak than I thought!