I loved Joe

I loved Joe for far too many reasons. Above all I loved that guy cause he fucked the Hell out of every girl he wanted, every muff he could get his filthy hands on. And when he left them ruined I came in the scene to sooth the wounds of their hearts. And fuck them again. Let God not allow that I ever have a daughter! This is my greatest fear! She'll be the only woman I care about and knowing what a bitch Fortune is she'll send my baby right in the arms of a bastard like myself to desecrate her. Kokoschka had some nasty opinion about women, nobody ever told him what makes the girl into a woman. It's man. He tares a hole open in her soul. And the soul of a woman is in a very peculiar place, and when he violates the little frail thing the monster inside can go free. Virgin Poison can last an eternity. Nobody told Kokoschka that. But Kokoschka didn't know guys like Joe and me. We create the women he hated. Fucking gets more complicated, but it's ever so enjoyable. Like the pig enjoys the dirt it wallows in. The woman is a creature you can push in both ways, one imperfection leading one way and the second one leading in another. Joe and I only push in one direction. See, a man's job is to not fall in love. Until he does not, he is safe. Joe and I, we always play on the safe side. We don't look too deep, we don't stare for too long. We aim to pass by quicker and leave the ruins behind. We leave the ruins to become a female spider.

C'mon, Joe. Let's go.