had me hands on a girl’s face before, but it weren’t like this, you know what I mean? Holdin’ her face cos I can’t look away. Starin’ at it like one of them glass prisms that shoots rainbows and colours and fuckin’ all sorts about. Hold her face up to the sun if I could. See if the light bounces off her too. Feels like it might just… She’s got a mouth on her, this one. Like it, but. I meant, like an attitude, you get me—? But fuck, like the actual proper mouth on this girl? Art. Michael-fuckin’-angelo himself carved it from stone.
