Michel Houllebeq

My back goes out. Then I remember Atomised. Not a particularly pleasant memory. The spine that cracks, the death of the final fuck. I couldn't withstand to pummeling right now. I make creaking noises when I look to one side. The heart is willing but the body should be confined to a wheelchair. Sexy wheelchair. Sex in a wheelchair. Endless possibilities with a back brace. I fling my head back in orgasmic glee and hear the knuckle crunch of a spine that is unhappy. Put me down like a dieing horse. Someone. Kill me while the pained glow is still post-coital.