Thursday, May 26, 2005

D is For Desecration

Emotions run high at the art college during finals week. Not only are there tests to take, but projects to complete and rewrites and presentations. The last minute has arrived and everyone's scrambling to catch it before it rolls off into burning summer, not to return until September, when it takes a new start.

I want to slaughter.

I want to peel away the skin with my nails until I hit blood, then lick the exposed muscle tissue, grinding the rubbery veins between my molars, jabbing a sword up the anus, twisting it round and round until the innards liquify...

I'm not really this morbid and obscene, I'm just showing off.

And fucking stressed.

posted at 11:16 PM |