Beckett

Oh my god! I am opening up the Samuel within me. I want to make that night so scatological. I want to piss on dreams. To make it real. I read you when I did not know what I was reading. They say Dickens takes experience. Oh, they did not consider you. Through all that piss and shit and fornication I realize that you got to something real. I am glad those books descended and I have learned how to read you. I think love, actually, lies somewhere in those leaves.