The butterknife I held felt cold and icy as I dropped it in the sink
out of paranoia. I couldn't understand my darkhalf, and I hoped it
would never surface in front of others. So I checked into the
beautiful texts of D.H. Lawrence to train decency in me from the sheer
horror of my personal potential for evil. It was 5'clock in the
afternoon when a man crossed me. I was stunned and unprepared for
this response. So I wanted to attack him violently, but being a big
man with a rather large cerebrum, I grabbed a desklamp and threw it at
him where it landed on his forehead rendering him unconscious and in a
coma-like state. I ran from the place with large salty tears rolling
down my eye.. my conscience burned me and to survive I had to go in
hiding unable to use my safed income since the cops were onto me. I
broke into houses and stole food and money.. I made it a lifestyle
until one day my conscience was put out. And I couldn't feel anything
but a comfortable numbness.. when I discovered all things were
permitted.. was this True? did I learn something or did I forget
something?
The Lifestyle that Kills (by Seung Kim)
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