(fearful symmetry)
I had a nightmare about a tiger last
night. I was throwing rocks at it and trying to keep it away but I
was running out of rocks. I'm not sure what it all meant. My telly
license is overdue and they sent another letter so it's probably just
something to do with that. Imagine being mauled by a tiger though.
Seriously, could you imagine it? You'd be torn apart. It'd be all
flashing fangs and claws, inches long. The noise out of the thing
too, the roaring and growling, it's like an engine. And the strength
of it! Jesus. It'd be like getting caught up in a combine harvester.
You'd feel the flesh being ripped from your body. A tiger's paw is
bigger than the average human head. It could knock your head right
off your neck if it wanted to. Holy fuck, seriously, it's horrific.
You wouldn't stand a chance. It doesn't bear thinking about. Why did you even bring it up in the first place? I really
wish you hadn't to be honest. It's enough to give you
nightmares.
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