2018-07-14 at 1:15 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
How girlish were your bashful ways! You could have just told me that you were only selling that tainted merchandise because you needed a reason for us to talk. But I saw through it: your ruse was transparent, Karen. I didn't say anything, because I desired you also with the virility of the red spot on Jupiter storming with untempered desire, so completely that no pursuit was required. You could have flipped your hair and I would have starved a developing nation and used the carcasses to fertilize my soy fields.
I want to marry you and divorce you and marry you and divorce you until people stop coming to our weddings and lawyers refuse to represent us in separation. I want to traumatize our kids with violence that will dribble down through our family for an epoch. I want us to grow old together, and then I'll find you a young lover and kill myself gracefully, before my health declines. I looked everywhere for a card that says any of these things, but apparently nobody in the business wants to discuss anything of real emotional significance. All I know for sure is that we're real, Karen, and everything else is a figment of our love.
