She said I was a fine tuned machine. It made a lot of sense. I seem to be naturally obsessed with exactness, efficiency, needing full knowledge of things before I allow them near me. Little things can derail me: being interrupted, having my time wasted, being inconvenienced. But for the things I do, I am often devastating.
The Earth is covered in corpses. We breathe the air the dead exude, eat the food they nourished with their decay, pour their remains into our cars, wear them and