Tossing away a piece of paper is clearly taboo.

We are at a low. But I wouldn't say it's a low where we are tossing in the towel and giving up and saying there's nothing else we can do. It's not like that. It's a low like where the next day can't come quick enough.

That bull was out to get you. After tossing you off, he would do whatever he could to get at you, stomping you if he could.

I'm not a victim of sexual abuse. I'm not from a broken home. I've never killed anyone before, or watched anyone get killed, not in real life anyway. I guess I am just a little bit sick. I can't help if it turns me on, both physically and mentally. I guess I just like what I'm not meant to see, I guess I just like the taboo.

Taboo,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.