My immediate thought was, “Isn’t it amazing how even the people you think are the most beautiful people in the world, inside and out, the deepest, most interesting people… all would end up the same in any kind of incident like that?”
Say, a car crash. With the person you love the most in the world.
You survive, but the person you love so much, the person who has so much to give to you from who they are as a person, is a mutilated and stinking pile of viscera and meat and shattered bones.
It’s interesting, isn’t it? There’s something about the concept of people being reduced to meat (fresh or rotten, edible or otherwise) that really… I don’t know, resonates with me? Excites me? All of the above, I guess.
All the people I’ve loved, respected, hated or pitied as well as all the strangers I see on the bus every day and all of my classmates and neighbors, everyone I distinguish as a face and a body and a personality, literally all of them are just inhabited flesh. I like that.
At this point, I’m sick of thinking about it because I have to run away from the thoughts of mutilation to keep them from being ever-present in my immediate consciousness. It’s starting to make me panic worse than I ever have before.
I’d have to refer you to my first post of today to embellish on exactly how much suffering this is causing me.
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fleursdumal reblogged this from videoflesh and added:
At this point, I’m sick of thinking about it because I have to run away from the thoughts of mutilation to keep them...
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videoflesh reblogged this from fleursdumal and added:
It’s interesting, isn’t it? There’s something about...being reduced to meat (fresh or...
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monalisamotherearth said:
had that exact same thought after imagining curb stomping someone into hamburger meat
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