Why I said all of those things that seemed to have no forethought:

"Sorry for the other day. Words seemed to have a power over me like nothing else did. They were a largely inexplicable force of movement, a hacked off helicopter propeller that turned of its own accord. They courted me to begin with, paid in cash for boozy, wine-drenched dinners. There was a wink over the table, I invited them home. Whilst we sat silently sipping our coffees, they danced teasingly around my mouth. As we slept, they weaved themselves with undulating dexterity around my body, crept silently down my throat; waiting to prize open my lips and reappear at any time they wished."