My brother wrote a song about this once, just cause. Its a great poem, its good to get in touch with our darker side sometimes, just let it have a little room to breathe, then put the lid back on it and put away on the shelf behind the penut butter until we are feeling like its safe to let it out again.

Interesting take on that kind of situation. Not something I'm into, but some people enjoy it, I guess.

I really like this piece. It takes a topic that is seldom seen and explores the complexity of emotion connection to the exhileration and also, in a way, fear and lack of understanding of the activity.