“Two days before Christmas I found a miscarried rabbit fetus. Or maybe it was a rat.  I punctured the corpse with a pitch fork and this creamy, thick mayonnaise-looking kind of substance excreted out of its stomach. When that happened I had experienced surprise and disgust. Because for a fraction of a second the mayonnaise had burst out; and immediately oozed slowly down the pink corpse. Perhaps a euphemism for mankind. Curiosity had consumed my fear once again. These moments are empowering. And I don’t even have to fear the judgement because I know the fine line between curiosity and ******* and fetishism within the realms of fascination. I say ‘fine’ because one moment of action can lead to the next. I am just one moment from thinking to do something ****** up and then actually doing it. I guess then I’d be ****** up. I just don’t want to ooze.”