this:
July 3, 1996
Today I bought a small Frosty. This may not seem significant, but the fact is: I’m lactose intolerant. Purchasing a small Frosty, then, is no different than hiring someone to beat me. No difference in essense. The only difference, which may or may not be essential, is that, during my torture, I am gazing upon your beautiful employees.
and this:
May 7, 1997
Thought, truly beheld, is just anal erotica. Thought is a giant dildo in the dark, working its way into the ass of its beloved, its complex pet. The pet cries out in delight and/or anxiety. The cry varies until it is speech, until it is light thrown on to penetration. Speech brings thought — a giant dildo in our mind-ass-hole — to light. It lets the dildo know we’re still interested, or at least awake.
are but the slightest reasons why you must read.this.book.now!
now i ask you, would you like that biggie sized?
