You’re smarter than I am. You know a dead horse when you see it, and you just walk away. I just keep beating the corpse like it’s a drum.
Speaking of corpses I’ve only fucked one imaginary corpse. It happened right after he died and I fantasised f****** him right there on one of those stainless steel coroner slabs.
I think I resolve all my emotional data through s** in one way, shape, or form.
