Roman Polanski says “Everyone wants to fuck little girls!” and he’s right. I have been a little girl for almost sixteen years, and all I care about is who wants to fuck me. I don’t know anything else. Who cares at this point. Consider me stuck in my tender maggot stage forever. Teenage. I can’t look at myself and unthink disease. Can’t touch myself.

Consider me what else. I have always been my own cadaver, inside myself for who knows what reason. Also my own doctor, carving. Like here I am, ripping at my tits again. There I go with the goddamned knife.

Strip the layers and you can keep the meat. For all I suffer I can call myself what I want.