Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Last night, I dreamt of cutting the sort of cuts I used to do 3 years ago. The ones that bled and wouldn't stop, and needed stitches but I wouldn't tell. In my dream, I sliced my arm 8 times with an industrial penknife. It didn't hurt, so I just kept going. There was blood and I loved it.

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