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November 22, 2008
I worked myself into it all morning the music catalysed everything. A swell of excitement and anticipation carried me straight into the exercise. Prowling around the crates cradling a hammer in my fist. I leapt straight into it, breaking through the wood; tearing the structure apart with my hands; hurling it against the wall. Smashing the sofa with a metal bar, the hammer, splintered wood, my fists and feet, anything. The music stopped and he was crying. Sweating, chest heaving, throat burning flecked with blood and flesh from the chicken I tore apart I tasted the adrenaline slowly draining away.