Guts

I just read the very short story “Guts” by Chuck Palahniuk.

 

I am not able to breathe.

 

Do not, do not click this link to read the story. Do not. Resist every temptation. This link is not the big, red, shiny, candy-like button and you are not Stimpy. This is disturbed and disturbing. This is wretched, retching and, quite literally, wrenching. This will never leave your head. This will etch your flawless crystal mind with a scratch you will never stop staring at. This is gore that causes you to cover your eyes at the movies. Only here, you cannot cover your eyes, because the words are already there in your cerebral cortex. Words soaking in because it is too late. The wretched etch.

 

Then again, I’m a bit squeamish.

 

But I told you not to click the link. Do not click.

 

http://www.seizureandy.com/stuff/guts.html