It’s no good thinking you’re chosen if you can’t find a few others.
I can tell by your heightened perception. You’ve been selected too.
What’ve we got in common? Our habits?
I expect you’re sharp [to cut this].
We’re here to make you feel good.
That’s a smart act! Where did you get it?
I got lost [in a genus]. Different exposures on the same film.
I don’t want much. It’s all I’m asking. Will you confirm me?
For example, he hated creases in clothes. She flung hers on the floor. He neatly folded his.
Let’s straighten things out. A bout of anality.
I wish I were more casual. I want to lie in the rough. Fuck the fairways. Straight down the middle. Slice or stroke?
For fuck’s sake! Golfing metaphors? Whatever next? The delights of bourgeois cuisine?
That’s the war I’m waging.
You can’t present chaos in order. To what? It all falls down.
“I think I’ve just sneezed.”
“Aren’t you sure?”