^ rarefied air, ladies and droolcups.

if all it takes is every so often one mope in L.A. going down with the sniffles for the XPT stars to align, then i say let them eat aids.

these days The Monster ain't shit anyway. Magic's still smilin', lara roxx is still painting ("watercolors mostly" she says), tricia devereaux is still dropping HIVspawn out from her undercarriage (ever seen a cow shitting, how it just rolls out), darren james is still getting up every morning to spend another day sitting quietly with the curtains drawn, and C3X is still wholly intent on joining the club, sinning against God with a dude while popping amyl nitrate capsules in each others noses and snorting crank off a prop battle axe. not to mention probably listening to Foxy.

what doctors do for people they spring from aids prison is basically give them their lives back so a thank you note every six months written on personalized stationary isn't out of the question.