I tore something's face off. Because it lied to me. I'm pretty sure it did. Pretty sure. It didn't look like me and it just sort of wailed like a cow giving birth.
Anyways, I did that. And all I saw was the truth from my angle. And I fed that to my babies.
What I probably should have done is just imagined it without one. I guess all I'd see is a boring heart anyway. But oh well, what's done is done, and there are too many bones now not to stop doing it.
I am not sure about telling this particular story. It makes me seem pretty heartless, or it would do, if I had the brains to organise my emotions into some tangible system. If it reflects badly on me, see above for my justification. Also I drink too much coffee.
Have a nice day. I sincerely mean that. I would like you to have a nice day. That might require some kind of time travel technology or renewable source of energy, or perhaps just a coliseum, some criminals to sacrifice and a cage full of lions.
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