writing = cutting

you tear open your skin and bleed words out onto the paper. the blood drips, forming inkblots and the Rorschach in your mind begins to find meaning within the spots, shades of light and dark at first, and then the grays begin to form shapes, that turn into letters, which turn into words and tumble out of control before your body can remember to clot the wound and it all comes out in a bloody mess across the page. smearing and streaking images that form plots and stories begin to take shape and that's when the blood begins to clot and the story dies beneath your hand before it can reach the fulfillment of a whole body experience.