kick, scream, throw - throw words, pillows, picture frames. items of soft comfort and love materialise into weapons. grin and bear it. it's okay, she won't remember in the morning. the intoxicating rush of a seemingly innocent $8 bottle of wine settles in. tell me what you really think. it's a mental illness, isn't it? i'm deliberately planting seeds into his mind, seeds of self discovery, and of power over your own body. how liberated, how wrong. imagine your body being your own. imagine that being okay. who here is brainwashed? i duck for cover.