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There is this linoleum cutter on the desk. I'm thinking what it would be like to take out chunks of skin on different parts of my body. I can see in my mind what it would look like. I can feel the pain. I can imagine driving it over my eye (un chien andalou), my torso, my arms, and my genitalia.
It isn't that I want to do it, or that I am getting off to the idea to do it, I'm just focusing on what it would be like.
I feel like Christopher Walken in Annie Hall.
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