Look. Don’t you know that if you fuck a whore, you together become one body? It’s old, this idea, thousands of years written by people who were no better than they should be. They say in their most sacred “The two shall be one flesh.” The beast with two backs and the molecules entwining. And more than that, it’s turtles all the way down baby; you’ve just thrown yourself into the den of lions. So far be it for me to put two and two together, but we are each other, you and I. You think we are cultured fellows, promising so brilliantly and indeed we are and them too, though they don’t know it. And we’ve all fucked around: we’ve had sex with everybody. You sleep with him, he sleeps with him and her, and she sleeps with she and she with he and all of us all together form one body of no uncommon calibre. Whatever shall we wear?
Don’t take this the wrong way, but as I was reading this I thought how delightful it would be to be in bed with you (nothing would have happened) and have a cigarette–just that moment. (I love what you do. I domn’t always recognize until later but liker I said its rare that you don’t put a smile on my face.>KB PS: Still haven’t gotten off pg. 1–shit keeps happening.
Oh honey, I picture myself in bed with my readers all the time.