Ray

LVII

AND yet without a healthy sense of confusion, Ray might grow smug. It’s true, isn’t it? I might join the gruesome tribe of the smug. I think it’s better with me all messed up.

I looked at the Nembutals this morning and thought for about three minutes about going over to the other side. Westy is snoring per usual. I love to hear her snore. I love to hear her come too. The whisper: “Aw, you made me come!” Puts it out there like a pratfall, footing lost. If I could only get her to wear the high heels when she’s nude, as in Penthouse. Going over to the other side, I’m not sure I could fuck, shoes or no. So I ditched the whole idea.