The Failure of Pleasure

The last few days have felt like one really long night. I’m really please we click as well as we do, what can possibly be more fun than sex, drugs, violence, death and religion. Richard wants to make art about all those things, and there’s nothing more I would love doing. I’ve no idea what we’d do. But it would be something so completely outrageous (not because it will REALLY be outrageous, but