Fresh Flesh

Yesterday (all my troubles seemed so far away...),
I had to cook for new homies.
I cooked meat...
U know that I don't eat meat since ever I was 2 years old. I don't care about the small animals, I only do not like the taste and the texture.

Starting to cut it, I felt a bit disturbed, somehow I don't really like what I was doin', and It was like taking it with two fingers and act like a cheer leader !!!
So I took my courage and took this meat and cut it like hell.

It was weird, for I felt like Comte de Lautréamont' (french writor) hero...
I had a kind of exaltation mixed with something else.
As I was cutting, and more and more enjoying it, I felt like I was about to vomit...

Wildy cutting the meat was so disgusting and so pleasant at the same time.


L. told me that in Lacan theory, Pleasure and Displeasure are the component of the same dynamics. There is a switch point (a kind of thin line), which make you pass from one to the other.

I walked on the thin line...
I am not like this all the time.



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"I was waiting like a knife
to cut open your heart
and bleed my soul to you..."





Patri, me hizo mucho illuzion, aunque no se notaba...