Her: How are you?
What good are adjectives? I mean, what is the difference, in outcomes, between desperate, vulnerable and willing? There are no words to describe the end of civilization as I was taught to appreciate it.

I only know, when I found Ron fallen downstairs at 3 am with a scalp wound, that - as with my precious Leota - god found another place for me in this life.

I only know it's getting harder for ho's. Because nearly every man of nearly every age, provided he can utter a few well timed syllables, gets to have a partner now. Because men and women are finally equally sexually desperate. Because (absent the occasional sexual vacation) the only men left for ho's to entertain are pig/monkey/dogs that enjoy hurting them.

I only know, sometimes, I get mouth sores.
Her: Nevermind.