Look, the heart of the matter lies in a little worm. The worm eats away at your core, day by day. Little by little, it crawls into your brain and nestles there, spinning away. It is a monster worm, this one. It spins a glowing black cocoon out of doubt, and misery, and old patterns. Again, and again you try to spray it into oblivion. Futilely, you throw drops of happiness, and security at it. "Shut up, getout, leavemealone!"
It merely grins its hideous grin, and oozes its way into dark corners. It will resurface; it always does. It knows this and you know this.
I will claw your heart out, and suck the marrow from your brains. I will lick my lips with great relish as I tongue back an artery dangling out of my mouth.
"Man, I love it when we tongue".
How many other tongues have you loved?
I will cut off your tongue, garnish it with salt and pepper, and feed it to my little giant worm. I have a gremlin little cat, who likes to listen to electrohouse. He climbs onto the drawer by the record player and cries in time to the drop. Little cat, little cat, little black cat, won't you please eat up my worm? 

This be the Verse aka What terrifies me about having kids

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
  They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
  And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
  By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
  And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
  It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
  And don't have any kids yourself.

- Philip Larkin

Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. Oh take me back to the start

So not only did I not get fired at work (which I would have been secretly relieved at), I'm Superhero of the Week at the Front Desk.

Bizarre. 

I've never felt less like a superhero in my life.

She had been having vivid dreams for the major part of the month. Some days, if she was lucky she did not remember the dreams as she woke up. Other days she woke up tumbling from an alternate realm, clutching in relief at reality. The dreams were disturbing, they were recurrent and they were always scenarios that could happen in a psychopath's twisted sick visions. They involved people close to her and random fragments that peopled her memories. They shifted and heaved throughout the night, and never did she arise feeling well rested. She had been eating her dinner by 8, going to work and watching funny sitcoms. It was a fairly uneventful time in her life, where nothing really extraordinary or dramatic occurred. So tonight, she decided to watch something disturbing. She put on Girl, Interrupted and identified with Lisa being dead inside, Suzanna trying to fill the monster within her, and the deep fear that everything was meaningless. Then she turned off the lights and slipped into bed.