I have never been in a war where the weapons have been others than words. I have fought many battles with my mother and once or twice with a close friend but it has always come down a heated exchange of words or curses, my body has never really been involved. The only physical violence I know is sexual, but that is only cause I actualy need that to enjoy fucking. I need some punching. I'm not talking about leaving the bedroom broken and bleeding, but a little bruises are in my world only evidence of true passion.
But the last two nights have been spent with the book Fight club and it has actualy made me long for a fight. It says you can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. . I wonder if that's true.
( It was a long time since I had sex so maybe I'm just going crazy but hey even the Mona Lisa's fallings apart)