I only see one hole to fill. Something at my disposal, without an identity but with a life of its own. It chews, swallows, eats, drinks, moans, and sometimes makes some sound similar to words.I will use it as a chair, as an ashtray, as a spittoon and as a complete toilet. I will crush its genitals under the sole of my beautiful sandals and piss on them.And in the end, satisfied, I will leave.
