vivisection

Passion is not love, but a selfish urge to satisfy our lust.

"The straps cut into my body. They forced me to eat their fucking pills; red, blue, green, yellow. My head swam. Everything became heavy and sluggish and gray. I fought against it. This time I wouldn't faint, not drift away. I stared intensely at the opposite wall, at a wet spot there. And something began to happen. The spot grew; lost its grayness and became green, yellow, falming orange. I assailed the blank wall with my mind It bulged out toward me, throbbing with orange life. The nurse screamed and threw down her tray. I let the wallpaper burst and the bulging wall crack open like a boil full of pus. The green smudge that sprayed over the nurse grew tentacles that grabbed her. I could feel her pulse as if it were my own hands grabbing her, sucking onto her skin and tearing out bleeding chunks of flesh...."