My dearest Poison,
It has been a long while since my last letter. Suffice it to say that China has lived up to the expectation thus far. I have indulged my every whim, manipulated, stolen, entertained and come in equal measures. How fun to be morally superior to humanity!
As for humans, they remain as tediously fastidious everywhere one goes – but I won’t bore you with cosmopolitan pretensions. In matters such as this, you are as well versed as I. In fact, I can only just imagine how fastidious your pretty rich jet-setting boys, your fully bellied old men and your curvaceous, slutty ladies are being down in Monte Carlo.
Is it not a paradox then, that people like us are as enamoured with society as we are repelled by it? No matter, we have no choice – we were born with a skill to entertain and ruin, and for such purposes alone we exist, they alone we beseech.
I must say 5 star hotels bore me to death, and whereas I enjoy the comfort it brings to one’s back at the end of an extenuatingly long day, I could not face the rugged faces and upper-middle class vulgarity that fills these places for too long. Instead, I like to venture at night to places where European youths hang out, to try to impart in their romantically adventurous minds a little bit of worldly knowledge. They seem to think watching pandas chew on bamboo constitutes adventure. I take them by their hands and lead them through back alleys, I make them discover the dirt and grit that hides behind grey walls. Yet, all the while they are engulfed by that mysticism in me that has endlessly baffled you. The sweet perfume of my
Neck, my back, (…) my pussy and my crack
mixes with the fetid odours of sewage, of male piss and dead rats and cheap alcohol. They become inebriated and find themselves in ecstasy for the very first time in their whole insignificant lives. How they revel in their new discovery!
They will, however, never learn – you know this as well as me. For my part, I leave them in the middle of their orgasmic spell, creating perplexity and arousing in them a quest for another woman like me. Like cats, they will look through the night for a sign that I do exist, that I wasn’t just a product of their fertile young imaginations, and my ghost will follow them wherever they go. Like a vampire, I bite them and leave them in an agonizing, ever-lasting furore.
But why do I lose time recounting what you already know only too well? My dear, sweet Poison, we were made for each other, in the most sinister of ways. From all of those who have gone past my arms, it was your viperous embrace the only one that had the power to linger on.
So much for romantic spellings! I have another two months in this godforsaken continent, during which time I may quite possibly die of boredom if you don’t so much as grace me with a letter. Send your future correspondence to our friend M-‘s address in Shanghai, as I shall be departing for there within the next few days. I’m sure you will remember her sweet taste if you look enough through your old khetamine bags.
I kiss you profusely.
Yours,
Miss Mia Miow
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