“My mouth is often wounded by my sharp words, so sometimes when I’m out in public, I’ll wear a large Band Aid over my lips.”
“I'd wear any of my private attire for the world to see. But I would rather have an open flesh wound than ever wear a band aid in public.”
“My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.”
“Throw a pair of Band-Aids over your eyelids, and open your eyes to your wounds.”
“With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow...Some of the...Oh my god…my godWhat have I done?”
“Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.”