Is the silence powerful enough to send the music back to its source. — Hart Klein You get down on your knees with your face on the floor, your butt up, and you freeze like an iceman in the freezer.I pull the big saw, and cut off your pouting buttocks horizontally.The smooth cut surface is like the rings of a tree, with skin and fat on the outside, hip bones and large intestine inside, and your feces in the middle.I'm sitting on your ass, smoking a cigarette, expressionless and cold.