List of the Lost - Morrissey

Man looked at woman and woman looked at man with all the
difficult dissimilarities and inequalities and arguments and
varying obstacles now – and only now – harmonizing so
beautifully as they unflatteringly coiled in carnage on the
coarse basement rug.
“The reason why I love you the best is because I don’t mind
in the least if you see me at my worst,” said Eliza, with
cushioned voice.
“Well hopefully it doesn’t get any worse than this, because
my stomach just couldn’t take it …” and their fiendishly
loving wrestle began once again, rolling across the floor as
hot-tempered enthusiasts of lustful joy as both adorers’ bodies
did their sexual staccato heaving and barging into place,
nothing forbidden, heartbeats uneven, the mind as naked as the
body, weakened by exertion, only to shockingly lock with a
halt at the astride legs of Sammy, younger brother to Ezra, as
he quietly stood with satisfied slyness watching the debauched
display of sensuous pleasure at the sweetness of living by
seizing the initiative.
“Well, now!” said Sammy, looking down at the creaturecomfort
nudity. Sammy smirked with blackmailer’s cunning.
“I have never quite been this close to roadkill before,” he said,
deliberately pursing his lips voluptuously.
“But you are roadkill,” said Ezra. Sammy raised his
extortionist’s eyebrows.
“This will cost you,” he said, but no sooner had the words
formed when Ezra sprang to his feet with clenched fist ready
to hit the spot and Sammy darted from the basement in fear of
his life.
During this same evening Nails and Justy kept discreet watch
across the street from the Helen Earth Drag and Supper Club,
from where Dean Isaac emerged at 11 p.m., after the draggedup
machete cabaret of Wilma Dickfit, Ann Shandy and Connie
Lingus had reduced a Judy Garbage audience to puddles of
giggles. Living his own death, afraid of the future, belching at
will, through it all Isaac could only hear Noah Barbelo
whispering, whispering, calling and calling into Isaac’s inner