Let Us Now Inspect The Orgasms of Hideous Men

(photo: davy carren)

Louis C.K.: a mild rebuff, akin to an antelope farting on a lizard, flabby jowls jiggling ever-so-slightly, eyes dazed and aloof, something rabid in the mouth with possible dribbling and/or foam, shocked dismay struggling to adapt to consciousness, an effervescence of pride swelling in the chest and then a cautious intake of breath, whispering, “Look at me, look at me, like me, please like me,” until the moment…