Ever since I was a boy I have had a burning desire to chop. Some call it an obsessive compulsion, others have told me i'm clinically insane. But for me it's simply a release.
But for me it's simply a release. When I have my axe in my hand and i'm ready to slice open an inanimate object to see what's inside, it's like I go somewhere else - I call it - the choppy place.
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