But Maybe Boredom Is Erotic, When Women

I Don't Want To Look At Something That Determines Me So Completely.

Being Edited Is Like Falling Face Down Into A Threshing Machine.

There Is Something Powerful In The Whispering Of Obscenities, About Those In Power. There's Something Delightful About It, Something Naughty, Secretive, Forbidden, Thrilling. It's Like A Spell, Of Sorts. It Deflates Them, Reduces Them To The Common Denominator Where They Can Be Dealt.

Eating Is Our Earliest Metaphor, Preceding Our Consciousness Of Gender Difference, Race, Nationality, And Language. We Eat Before We Talk.

That Is What You Have To Do Before You Kill, I Thought. You Have To Create An It, Where None Was Before.