“He smiled and as his lips parted, little bits of solid waste fell from them. Hellelujah, we can only be what we are, I thought and wondered if I was as repulsive to him as he was to me. I don’t think so, because even though he literally wore a shit-eating grin, I sensed he was genuinely happy to see me”
— R.E. Vance
“Give me the Black Death over a Victorian prude any day. At least the dying screw like it’s their last day on earth.”
— R.E. Vance