i packed the bodies away in clear plastic wrapp. duct tape, shaved ice. frozen stiff. the swarms of screaming children outside muffled their cries. No discernable struggle visable outside. the facade, calm, well kept. insnt that how it always is. this is getting quite disruptive. quite disruptive. the endless sessions of thought with no vantage gained. Drifts of snow, like, like the shaved ice, packed away, immovable, frozen midst the villlians, the back of my head chewed on. chewed out. revealing exposed stems, and lobes, synapses and vital chemistry. Can i think with out her. The bodies are real? the bodies are, Are real?!! Oh my god what have i done?