I like whores. At the very least, they’re honest.
Women are small, weak, and they make high loud noises that scatter my thoughts. People say they’re soft, as if that’s some kind of benefit. To me, they feel like foam, with vegetable oil smeared on top.
I thought my last girlfriend was best when she was sleeping. Then she got drunk and she passed out on the floor and I fucked her, and I thought she was best that way. Then she overdosed, needle still stuck in her thigh and she stopped breathing. I cut her, across her throat, a smile. That’s when I realized how she was best, a collection of holes.
My apologies to anyone who is offended by the content, but if you don't like it, I suggest that you remove me from your friends list, because I do not intend to change.
This is, by no means, a reflection or metaphor of my models, who are good, lovely people who do not do drugs or fuck corpses. The lady is an amazing example of feminine strength and worldly intellegence, and the gentleman has dedicated his life to saving, not simply your health, but that of your children, and your children's children. They both humble me.