sentimentality hurts my teeth, so shoot me!

"Are you happy to see me or is that
a gun in your pocket?"


Fair warning.
This is an anatomically correct rant.
If you want to die happy, don't fuck
around with a good Catholic, Jew or
Protestant. Find yourself a Hindu or
Buddhist and let him talk about Tantra
till you're blue in the face;
let him show you how poetry rises to every
occasion. Let him suck the living words
out of you like a Dyson (with cyclonic action);
Take your medicine like a good little girl,
it's not too late to stand at heaven's gate,
wondering which dress to wear for your
coming-out party. Naked as a Godiva
chocolate on St. Valentine's day.

Delicious aren't you?