Oh look, a little piece of my heart is still beating, all nice and pink and fleshy. It doesn't even realize that the rest it has been sliced and diced, trampled, smashed, burned, beated, skewered, chewed up and spit out. Hold on, let me take care of that.....SPLATT!!! Ahh there, much better. So now I need to put something there, where my heart once was, so my chest doesn't cave in, how about a nice stainless steel one, no wait. Cold, hard, polished granite, that's perfect. And I guess while I'm at it, since my heart was so attached to my soul, I better get that replaced too, hmmmm let's see, got it. Black, twisted wrought iron soul. Hey now I feel just like everybody else!! COOL. Now I know if I ever have any feelings again, its just gas!
