Oh, wow, people say. Wings!
Yeah, I say. Wings. Without the physiology to make them work – not the way people imagine. Sure I can lift them, and spread them. But fly?
No way. Not a fucking chance.
They get in the way. In a world made for people – normal people – I don't fit through doorways. I don't fit in cars. I don't fit in shirts or suits. I don't fit in.
Look at my face. Is this the face of an angel? Is it fuck.
Just do it, Doc, and drop the damn stupid questions. Cut the fucking things off.