Wednesday, January 15, 2003
When I hear the stories about prostitutes who die from having a client spear her from her vagina to her mouth with a metal rod, I shudder at the notion but cannot imagine the pain. My brain says "ouch!" but my stomach is still busy digesting lunch.But when I read of people being burnt to death, I think back on the pain from the time that my doctor burnt the skin off my hands to cure a virus, and my insides freeze and lurch at the sheer volume of pain that must be involved with such a procedure.
And so when news of suicide hits me, I vomit, especially if it was someone I know.
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