Frisk

Every guy I've wanted since has had his same basic look. I suppose in a sense it's like being involved with the same person over and over without getting bored.

"Photographs. Back when I was a kid. I thought the boy in them was actually dead for years, and by the time I found out they were posed photographs, it was too late. I already wanted to live in a world where some boy I didn't personally know could be killed and his corpse made available to the public, or to me anyway"

"I guess I'm self-destructive. Except I don't see it that way. Because I tend to experience things, even weird things like violence, as forms of information about what or who I am physically."

I've got this longstanding urge to really open up someone I'm hot for. The Dutch boy in this case, because he's the latest example. The thought has me sweating and shaking right now. Arms, legs, everywhere. If he were locked in this toilet with me, and if I had a knife, I guess, or claws would be better, I'd shut up that minuscule part of my brain that thinks murder is evil, whatever that means. I'd stand up, or try to stand up, then cut him to pieces.

"Why would someone who looks like Keanu Reeves" want to fuck himself up?" The hand immediately covered the phone again.
Joe scanned his living room. "I don't know." His eyes stopped on the bone.
"Good answer."