AND SO WE BRANDED OUR DEATH WITH A CARTOON KITTEN IN A TOPHAT AND BEARD WORTH DYING OVER.

What we awake every morning to find is, that honestly and truly, we can breath. If we never experienced sex or unhinged violence, we would still feel life. If we never felt love we would all keep it up, this life, this breathing apparatus, because that is first and foremost, our mind's only goal.

So why is that out of all that can be experienced, dealt with, dealt it, thought of and explored, do we need this in our lives? Good. Oprah doesn't eat pussy. I'm not gay either. No dicks in my mouth. Sure, we've all considered it. Why the fuck not. There is an honesty one needs to have with oneself. So?

So.
So I wished she would just say that the only orifice she likes to lick is Steadman's asshole, because in the end, that is love.