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We're counting down. My friends and I. Forty-five is my favourite but it tastes a bit like bile. Ignored. I wake from the cold and the empty. I dreamed of eating chicken, and I cried. It will go downhill from here, as I get naked in front of the mirror. My head disagrees as I stand up. I fall blind against the wall, but images return like little glitter christmas cards. Perfect purple fingers on my left hand. Right hand calloused and hidden in a sloppy joe. Does it engulf me? I don't want to hide. I am going to disappear. I walk with billowing clothes and I never felt more beautiful. I smile as David watches me complete my routine by A

Justine told me her cat was hit by a car. Immediately, I landed on all fours, commencing strangled miaowing. She was 'disgusted'. Some Christian train-wreck came over to save her. I was a critically injured cat for a further five minutes, to truly experience my tail being pulped under four-wheel-drive tyres. I used my left arm as my tail - my cat only had three legs. The fourth leg was wrapped around the exhaust pipe – severed on impact. I included an evocative interpretation of terminal haemorrhaging, too. Justine sent me an email later, saying I wasn't a very good actor.