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 it. And I laugh, imagining that I've been absorbed into a single organism of guts. I actually think 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.