Join the Dots.

kate has to be the weirdest girl i've ever gone out with.
we didn't last long, and broke up in a big messy emotional custard fight, late on a tuesday.
we both cried. there was nothing else to do.

we tried to maintain a friendship after a spell, but it's impossible to be friends with conceited people.
she was too beautiful, and not smart enough to handle it.

so, i moved to australia, and just to 'one up my ass', she moved to new york city.
she hung out with performance artists, musicians, and drug dealers, so, in a sense, it wasn't that different
to her old life with me.

kate had a real thirst for porn, the harder the better.
she tried to explain it in intellectual terms, but one day just gave in to the fact that she was just a very dirty girl.

her talent lay in art.
she could paint, she could draw.
she had her own warped take on things, and i'd have to admit, it was pretty appealing to look at.
aesthetic sensibilities, as opposed to my anaesthetic one's.

you might know kate. she's pretty famous now.
she was the girl who did that colouring in book, the one with the cum-reactive inks.
the one you'd have to ejaculate over, and then paint it into the borders.
remember?
and those huge 2X2 metre join-the-dots, you'd join them with your piss.

my mum says they're obscene.

kate's 'boyfriend du jour' is some rabbi who dj's on weekends.
she's into circumcision.
word is her latest project involves painting serene country landscapes, and while the paint is still wet, saul fucks her from behind, pushing her face into the wet paint.

the idyllic scenes smudged and destroyed by her goddess kali-like lovemaking.

if i could tie her up and say just one thing to her, it would have to be "i fucking hate you, kate".

sorry, i'm just not that eloquent...