The Unrecognizable Irreconcilable Truth — The scars healed enough, but the pulse is an ax that spins and whacks, “Thrumb, Thrumb, Thrumb, THWACK! Thrumb, Thrumb, Thrumb, THWACK!!!” Please, take my intestines away! Let them rest in peace with the refuse! String them up as tinsel garlands, and I would feel the same — Done! Look…