B went on for such a long time about all her "creams" that I asked her "Don't you like to have people come in your face?"
"Does is rejuvenate?"
"Haven;t you heard about thee ladies who take young guys to the theatreand jerk them off so they can put it al over their face?"
" They rub it in like face cream?"
"Yes. It sort of pulls it tighter and makes them yunger for the evening."
" It does? Well, I use my own. It's better that way. That way I can do it at home before I go out for the evening. I shave my underarms, spray them, cream my face, and I'm all set forthe evening."
" I don't shave. I don't sweat. I don't even shit," I said. I wondered what B would say to that.
(The philosphy of Andy Warhol)
Somewhat amusing.
Literature is Art.
Sex is funny.
Nothing is serious.
Conersation is generally pointless.
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