“...feel the fierce way desiretourniquets itself around you andclingsClubland South of Market tweak-chic trannies powder their noses frombullet-shaped compacts and flick their forkedtongues like switchblades as they burn the nightdown bleed day to night to day toMission sidewalks where pythons hidetwenty dollar balloons beneath their tongues whichget bartered in smiles quicker than a coke buzz andtossed out through the cracksCottonmouth kissescamouflage emotions andstrike with a vengeancewhen hewants and shewants and theywant and Iwon'tGenet was right, I supposewhen he wrote "The only wayto avoid the horror of horror isto give in to it"it'sthe nature ofthe economy of thebusiness it's thenature ofthings...”
“And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.”
“I feel like I'm taking beefcake shots for a calender," J said."Yeah there's a huge market for topless tranny academics. Right up there with the firemen.”
“It may be the coldest day ofThe year, what does he think ofThat? I mean, what do I? And if I do,Perhaps I am myself again.”
“Good Lord, who spread the Daimon fertilizer around? They're cropping up like a bad horror flick. (Tabitha)”
“The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.”