Why Haven’t ‘You & I’ had Sex? — Vol. 3 of 3 [Letters to a Doosh]
27 th May ’22 — Sitting in a café where everyone is talking & laughing with their phones, not with each other. I’m intensely attracted to a deliciously chunky kid in a pram — I’m waiting for the kid to nap so I can kid - nap this bulky betch. As I wait eagerly for this meaty munchkin to doze-off, I write this letter to you about Birth, Love, Lust, Death. Hey, Doosh “We all were once a baby. We all will soon be a corpse.” Isn’t this slice of Truth so fucking poetic? Four Facts 1. Birth is fluke . Most of us — surely You & I — were born because our mom-&-pop couldn’t care to slip on a latex balloon that insures against the undesirable outcome of sex — birth of morons . Knowing that You & I are mistakes is infinitely liberating — it lifts the skirt & drops the panties off the parents who tell us we were born out of love & our birth is God’s miracle. Had I got a shilling for every lie ‘baby humans’ are told till they strike puberty [or puberty strikes them]...