I have these super violent images in my head. A whole storyline of asking my friends to just beat the shit out of me, but not too bad. I even thought about getting stabbed. But I'm fairly certain an important organ would get punctured. And in some way, with no witnesses, stringing me up to the White House fence. Some sort of message written across my body. As in "This will only continue," if such and such isn't addressed on a grander scale. I would be found in the morning. Just barely conscious. Cut from my ropes by a guy on his way to work. Lowered like a fucking goddess.

Once I recover I'd be in a police station recounting some non-existent rape or brutal assault. All I'd have to offer is "Gee officer, I just can't seem to remember. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm sorry." I get released. And it unravels.  It comes out through my own big mouth, which makes it's way onto the internet, whatever, that the whole sha-bang was staged. Detailed down to very stitch above my eye.

I would have to go on some talk show and discuss a maybe difference between theater and performance art.

I guess it's just a more extreme of version of a freshmen theater game. I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME!

It's kind of scary that maybe it's some symbolic message that in order for anyone to care about anything ever you got to fucking bleed for it. And even more so it must be displayed so graphically that fucking NEETs tune in. I have no idea what it actually means. All I know is that my heart if fucking pumping just thinking about it.

-slm