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.”

“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”