“Self-mutilation as a means of self-expression has certain intrinsic limits, particularly if you resort to it each time life gets hairy. After a time you run out of limbs. I’ve seen it a few times; psych wards full of fingerless malcontents trying to dislodge their teeth with calculated falls into furniture. It’s hard to believe you grew breasts just to gain two extra easels for your art. Okay, so maybe it’s not art, art implies technique, which you lack. Unless tormenting others scores as an art form. I can talk all day, you know. That’s what these framed papers on my wall attest to: my ability to fill an hour with words. But speaking of psych wards, you’re lucky you’re not locked up under observation right now. To cut yourself once and all that; but the Wilde reference goes over your head, huh. You know, it’s in your interest for me to feel in the loop. I can do a lot for you if I know what’s going on. It’s not about power. It’s not. It’s about prudence. I’ve already gone out on a huge limb for you.
