Having my way with Ulysses

Always snapping at the bone for the shadow.

Friday: She says the snake advises her to try the fruit of that tree, and says the result will be a great and fine and noble education. I told her there would be another result, too -- it would introduce death into the world. That was a mistake -- it had been better to keep the remark to myself; it only gave her an idea. 1:31 am

I’ll tell you what baby. You tell me, yeh? You got something to say? Well then say because I’ve got something to do. Ready go? Not ready? Come on, no? Ok. well, here’s this, how about this. And that’s when I’ll stab her. But where should I put the knife? She’ll see it. And fuck I don’t need to make any damn big speech. I’ll just find the bitch in her red bra with her tits all sticking out over the top and I’ll grab her and bite her throat and she’ll scratch the back of my neck down my back and dig in a little and she’ll be right next to my ear making those little reaction noises I like, shit. Fucking bitch I love her. She is so dead to me.