Finest Kind

"Her invitation wasn't to pleasure, but to struggle, hard and sharp, closer to murder than to love. If you threw yourself on her, it would be like throwing yourself from the parapet of a skyscraper. You would do it with a scream. You couldn't expect to rise again. Your teeth would be driven into your skull like nails into a pine board and your back would be broken. You wouldn't have time to sweat or close your eyes. " Nathaniel West, The Day of the Locust

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    Mmm, mmm! ‘tis indeed quite grab worthy…….
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