I remember sitting over coffee,
All the enormous, violent and atrocious gestures of Hortense are violated. Her solitude is the mechanism of her eroticism; her lassitude an amorous dynamic. Beneath the watchful eye of the child, there is her, and her summer; in numerous eras, she has been the ardent purifier of races. Her portal is always flung wide for every sorrow. In that place, the morality of the living is released bodily by her passionate acts. Oh—terrible shiver of new loves on the blood-soaked grounds—Find Hortence.
There once was a farmer named Ed,
Who liked to cavort with the dead,
He'd dig up the grave, all the better to save,
A carcass he'd hang in the shed!
Legend has it is that there's a porn tube that features videos of lesbians shitting all over each other. Even eating the shit. Smearing it all over themselves until they look like dehumanized, degraded, and animal-like subhuman savages. I wouldn't personally know, you understand. I'm a veritable choirboy when it comes to shit-scarfing.