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.
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