I must’ve been frustrated years ago by something or other when I thought how I might shock the sensibilities of billions of people with a treatise (more of a polemic) on the subject of face. The Star Wars analogy fit, at least until the prequels ruined the myth of “an energy field created by all living things, that surrounds and penetrates living beings and binds the galaxy together”, but I’ll spare George Lucas from the blame for my failure to take it beyond that. But really, all it amounts to is people fucking each other with condoms. Nothing actually gets accomplished unless there’s a free exchange of fluids. I couldn’t help but think Jack should’ve spat on snivelling Mr. Furley and bloodied his jaw before carrying Cindy into his room.
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