And I went blind and did not see blackness, but mist and smoke. There were terrible smoke-ghosts, mad sex and angry savage rituals of blood-sacrifice. And a knife descended upon my head . . . descended upon my helpless head . . . and I joined the smoke-ghosts in their savage rituals . . . and to the world I was a blind and reasonless animal.

And I love the fist, for fists break faces, flesh breaking flesh. And I love the tooth, for teeth break skins, flesh breaking flesh . . . And if I leave the lights off and come home to find them on, it doesn't bother me

for there is no underlying order to things; and if I turn the water off and walk in to find it running, it doesn't bother me

for there is no underlying order to things; and if I leave one disk in the changer and find a different one there later, it doesn't bother me

for there is no underlying order to things; and if I turn the gas stove off and later find it on, it doesn't scare me

for there is no underlying order to things . . .

You're not gonna believe what I found at our door.

What is it?

Some cat dragged bloody guts and bird feathers to our door.

I'm gonna tell you something but don't freak out.

Shit! I knew it! How did you . . .

Don't freak out.

But . . . what do you have a pellet gun? . . . How did you . . .

Bare hands.

Jesus!