I want the world to bleed when it brushes up against me.

One quick snort and the pharmaceutical worm burrows deeper into my heart.

She was sliced over an old (Caesarean) scar and severely bleeding,

She was sliced over an old [Caesarean] scar and was severely bleeding,

I beheld before me an animated Corse. Her countenance was long and haggard; Her cheeks and lips were bloodless; The paleness of death was spread over her features, and her eye-balls fixed stedfastly upon me were lustreless and hollow.
I gazed upon the Spectre with horror too great to be described. My blood was frozen in my veins. I would have called for aid, but the sound expired, ere it could pass my lips. My nerves were bound up in impotence, and I remained in the same attitude inanimate as a Statue.
The visionary Nun looked upon me for some minutes in silence: There was something petrifying in her regard. At length in a low sepulchral voice She pronounced the following words.

"Raymond! Raymond! Thou art mine!
Raymond! Raymond! I am thine!
In thy veins while blood shall roll,
I am thine!
Thou art mine!
Mine thy body! Mine thy soul!---

They're narrative films, but there's also something very experimental in the way that the narrative works. You sometimes watch one of these films and in the end you're like, what just happened? That was really funny, but I have no idea what just happened in the plot. I like that.