#patchworkthoughts

Idk which Saw (2004) you guys watched but I watched the one where the two faggots fucked nasty in the bathroom

I keep thinking about the concept of live dissection. Seeing how many organs you can remove before they start fading, making sure they’re hooked up to machines to keep them alive for as long as possible, using too little anesthetic to make sure they feel as much as possible without completely going into shock (can’t have them dissociating too hard, you want them to experience every sensation). Gloved hands prying apart their ribcage, lovingly tracing the inside of their chest. You’ll be gentle, of course, as you carefully remove each organ, cherishing each one as a trophy as you delicately place it aside. Whispering gentle praise and wiping their quiet tears as they become less and less coherent, while you keep blood pumping to the brain for as long as possible.

Anyone else wanna see Herbert West and Dr Hill fuck nasty style or am I alone in this

I think getting anesthetized is the closest thing to experiencing death save of the real thing. You can’t feel, can’t move, can’t think, and for a few hours simply exist as nothing more than flesh, blood, and bone.