How are you entertaining yourself?

I love walking the night streets and killing people, then cutting out their guts. Every night, I walk around the city with a fire axe and a black trash bag, collecting all the guts I can find. It takes a whole day to fill two bags. But when I come home after a hard day, I go to the bathroom, turn on the hot water... mmm, and dump my treasure in there. And I laugh, imagining that I've been absorbed into a single organism of guts. I actually think that guts can think, they have their own families, cities, feelings, don't throw them in the trash, better keep them at home, talk to them, caress them... And yesterday in the bathroom, I had a wonderful dream, as if I dove into the sea, and it turned into guts, fish, seaweed, jellyfish, all made of guts, even the sky, even Allah.