On days like this I do not feel afraid of death, or pain. I don't know if it's the tiredness, the book, or even the curse, but today, as I walk through this housing estate, there's a feeling inside me like the limits of everything. As I walk along, I almost desire some kind of violence: to live, to die, just for the expience of it. I'm also hyped up suddenly that I want to fuck the world, or be fucked by it. Yes, I want to be penetrated by the shrapnel of a million explosions. I want to see my own blood. I want to die with everyone: the ultimate bonding experience: the flash at the end of the world. Me becoming you; you becoming we; we becoming for ever. A collapsing wavefuction of violence. On days like this I think about being cursed and all I can think is now, now, now ...
