My darling I have seen mongrel men, savages, their villages
lined with rotting decapitations on poles, howling to the skies, crying out in the night to their serpent-god.
Ravenous Bushmen, feral boys, with gingerbread in their eyes and hands of candied yams, cannibalizing one
another under a noonday's glow. Confused fellows of foreign lands, acting as if they'd recently awoken from
cryogenic freeze, toting everything they own in satchels dangling from their nipple piercings. Druids as tall
and mighty as a toenail, pummeling mites with miniature staffs. I have glimpsed a horrendously pale bared
thigh through the crack of a bathroom stall and a bruise on that thigh, the color of which mirrored the
surface of Mercury. I have seen scarlet-colored beasts wielding medieval torture devices hell-bent on
emasculation and necromancers in pigskin flesh suits and cow skull masks rhythmically pumping their loins
atop bloated crapulent sorts down by the local cemetery. Seventy year olds, sporting that hot latex bondage
look, and videos of ladies barfing on cocks with chimpanzees smoking in the background. Nuns wearing lipstick
on their privates, pickles gliding nonchalantly betwixt their breasts, and several extremely advanced cases
of testicular gangrene. But I have never in my life seen anything quite as beautiful as you tonight.