So I decided to take a break and write for a bit. I have recommended one of my favourite books to a friend of mine a while back, and before actually loaning it to her, I decided to re-read it. And so Sarah called me a "man-whore", though I think it had nothing to do with the book and she was kidding anyway.
As I was just sitting on a couch, enjoying the only book that I've read more than twice for the fourth time, I got a clear image in my mind. A clear image of me killing a man, cutting his heart out and going home blood stained and with his heart in my hand. My only regret would be the ruined clothes, there would be a smile on my face and a throbbing heart in my left hand. So I got home and called my apartment from downstairs saying "Phyllis, it's me. Please hold the door open as I come in and don't touch me. Not until I washed this rotten blood off." And so she would lock the door behind me after I walked through and we would proceed to the bathroom, both with huge grins on our faces and no regret but for the ruined clothes on my side. The image struck me as a plesant one, nothing disturbed, nothing to worry about. No bad feelings about killing a man, perhaps he won't be really human - a homo-semi-sapiens as I like to say. Whatever, that's not an issue.
The issue is that I will now go and finish the book that I am 3/4 through and all of you who want to read a short, easy and a wonderful book need to read Jeanette Winterson's The Passion. I have it for short period loans, or just read in a bookstore. On the side lines, I have already (independantly, mind you) found just the right knife for cutting out hearts. I will be buying it shortly and carrying it always with me from there on. Wish me luck in my many uptakings and be not disturbed by these visions - I have seen much worse and haven't ever killed. Yet.
P.S. I originally intended to make this post private to prevent it from haunting me later, but then decided to keep it open for the general enterntainment. Enjoy! And my dear enemies, may you be told that this writing is never to be used against me in the court of law. Otherwise, it may be your heart in my left hand.
This will be a good night.