What do beautiful people dream of?
“Swimming pools and opportunity.”
Will technology save us?
“Those of us in car crashes. But there wouldn’t have been the crash without technology. To separate man from his machines is to defang the rattlesnake. No wings, no claws, slow and sleepy. Easy pickings, but for the fire which made the rest of the animals afraid. Fire comes first, and then pogo sticks and rail guns. Technology is us, so what you should ask is: can we save ourselves?”
Can we save ourselves?
May I lay my head gently on your stomach?
Is there nothing left to do?
“Dance. Drink. Screw. Some people like to sit by themselves writing stories, but you shouldn’t trust those fuckers.”
What is art?
“A specific lie that illuminates a general truth.”
And what is entertainment?
“Car chases and tits.”
But cannot car chases and tits be art?
“Yeah, tits. Never been in a car chase. One of those things from the movies that’s actually not at all desirable to participate in. Like fucking on the beach.”
“It’s coarse, and it gets everywhere.”
I’d like to bring up the possibility of the head-on-stomach thing again.
“You’d really have to ask my boyfriend. He shouldn’t own a cat.”
O, sweet Jesus.
“STAY AWAY FROM MY LADY!”
What’s the cat’s name?
Aaaaand we’re done.