Anne Greene

RIC: What is your first memory? 

AG: The memory of the palms of my hands on the skin of your breasts.

RIC: What does murder mean to you?

AG: The kill of your virginity.

RIC: Did you ever kill someone?

AG: Your hymen.

RIC: Did you die? What was death like? 

AG: A little death, every night, every day, every second, when I enter you, and I explode inside you.

RIC: Do you want to take revenge?

 AG: I wish I had known only you.

RIC: How does an inside of a coffin look like to a dead person? 

AG: It’s hot, it’s wet, it’s dark, it’s tight, it’s deep, like your vagina.

RIC: Do you remember the woman whose body kept you warm? 

AG: She was my living half, my soul body, my substance and my joy.

RIC: Why did you take your coffin with you? 

AG: To use it as a whiskey cellar.

RIC: How did the final death feel like? 

AG: An orgasm that never ends. Eternal. Magic. Mystical.

RIC: What is your idea of justice?

AG: Love equal sex.

RIC: What do you want to forget?
AG: When I didn’t make you cum.

RIC: In memory of a Sufi patient, please define life in two words.

AG: Re-birth.

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