Don't you see? A person has to have some way of dealing with SOMETHING. If not with people... SOMETHING. With a bed, with a cockroach, with a mirror... no, that's too hard, that's one of the last steps. With a cockroach, with a... with a... with a carpet, a roll of toilet paper... no, not that, either... that's a mirror, too; always check bleeding. You see how hard it is to find things? With a street corner, and too many lights, all colours reflecting on the oily-wet streets... with a wisp of smoke, a wisp... of smoke... with... with porno. graphic playing cards, with a strong-box... WITHOUT A LOCK... with love, with vomiting, with crying, with fury because the pretty little ladies aren't pretty little ladies, with making money with your body which is an act of love and I could prove it, with howling because you're alive; with God. How about that?
WITH GOD WHO IS A COLOURED QUEEN WHO WEARS A KIMONO AND PLUCKS HIS EYEBROWS! WHO IS A WOMAN WHO CRIES WITH DETERMINATION BEHIND HER CLOSED DOOR... with God who, I'm told, turned his back on the whole thing some time ago ... with ... some day, with people.