Its an interesting thing. The loss of air as i lower myself slowly the tightening of the belt and the pleasure and throbbing coming from inside me outward throughout my penis and sending the chill and  shivering i feel the .. Feeling of pleasure. Happiness if you will brings me back to tightening more lowing myself faster and hanging longer. How i admire this change, allow it to fill me as i fall into the hole inside me. As the thoughts from outside come in. The voice, is it me , my voice.. are they really my thoughts? The knives tell me it must be or am i really being that much more influenced by them. Oh well, I will stop fighting and let it consume everything as it wishes.