Funny the way she says things. Wuz nc & all teh bfls wer out. Saw one today with white stockings, dressing lingerie shop window. Naked mannequins with sale signs, pinning on garters, flimsy silks. All in red. Thick feet she had. Hope they get mucked by the rain. Need to get a pincushion for Molly. Might not like that though, throws away the black headed ones too. Superstitions. Get pricked by a pin and lose your lover. Sleep with two pins crossed under your pillow. Not sure why. Sharp things cut lo. Never hand a pin to somebody point first. Nice red things they had there. For Molly. For women. All for a woman. Home and houses, the wealth of the world for them. Molly. Molly’s skin. Must get her lotion. Warm full perfumed. Kissed, yielded, tangled, trembling breath. For them. For her. Men. Men, men, men. See the animals feed. Pungent meatjuice. Swilling, wolfing gobfulls. Bulging eyes. Stink of manpiss and sweat. Am I like that? I can’t see myself like that. Is that how others see me? Watch me eat. Ramming down knifefulls, sticky, masticating chewchawchew. Spitting back the gristle. Shoveling into my gullet. Chump chop lick the plate. Eat or be eaten and choke to death on a salmon bone, bite off more than I can chew, and kill! Kill! I hate dirty eaters.