... the pain in my back
the rough cartlidgey clicks in my throat
every time I swallow
the firm pink flesh on my forehead
the raw
itching
nub in my neck
with a shard of glass in it
I'm reassured by two facts.
I am the great destroyer, first there was me.
Then there was not.
Think Taxi Driver.
Only no pros
and no schizophrenia.
The difference between the psychopath and the sociopath.
I'm going to be self aware enough to enjoy this.