It's a lie, our birth into this world... Mourning should have welcomed us, late, but perfect companion for all sweat, tears, blood and "doctor, doctor, the baby's not crying..." tube in, suck, "slap", "slap" "-frail, agonising human meowing...-" Blood all over, with our hideous, blueish cut away companion swimming in a pathetic plastic bowl... "What … Continue reading Suicide from death to life…