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Starring: Paget Brewster Director/Concept by: Natalie Morales Editor/Producer: Mars Rising DP/Editor: Tom Lipka & Jon Enge Producer: Ally Hord Producer: Bette Bentley Gaffer: Matt Sweeney Production Design: Tricia Robertson PA: Cole Macfarlane Makeup By: Leigh Schwartz Sound by: Ryan Kaiser
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Published February 10, 2014

TO NORA.
ND OF DECEMBER, 1909, DUBLIN.
MY LOVE FOR YOU ALLOWS ME TO PRAY TO THE SPIRITS
OF ETERNAL BEAUTY, AND TENDERNESS MIRRORED IN
YOUR EYES, OR
FLING YOU DOWN UNDER ME ON THAT SOFT BELLY OF YOURS,
AND FUCK YOU UP BEHIND LIKE A HOG RIDING A SOW.
GLORYING IN A VERY STINK AND SWEAT THAT RISES FROM
YOUR ARSE.
GLORYING IN THE OPEN SHAPE OF YOUR UPTURNED DRESS,
AND WHITE GIRLISH DRAWERS, AND IN A CONFUSION OF YOUR
FLUSHED CHEEKS, AND TANGLED HAIR.
IT ALLOWS ME TO BURST INTO TEARS OF PITY AND LOVE,
AT SOME SLIGHT WORD. TO TREMBLE WITH LOVE FOR YOU
AT THE SOUNDING OF SOME CHORD OR CADENCE OF MUSIC, OR
TO LIE HEADS AND TAILS WITH YOU, FEELING YOUR FINGERS
FONDLING, AND TICKLING MY BULLOCKS, OR
STUCK UP IN ME BEHIND, AND YOUR HOT LIPS SUCKING OFF
MY COCK WHILE MY HEAD IS WEDGED BETWEEN YOUR FAT THIGHS.
MY HANDS CLUTCHING THE ROUND CUSHIONS OF YOUR BUM, AND
MY TONGUE LICKING RAVENOUSLY UP YOUR RED RANK CUNT.
I HAVE TAUGHT YOU ALMOST TO SWOON AT THE HEARING OF MY
VOICE SINGING, OR MURMURING TO YOUR SOUL THE PASSION,
AND SORROW, AND MYSTERY OF LIFE.
AND AT THE SAME TIME, HAVE TAUGHT YOU TO MAKE FILTHY SIGNS
TO ME WITH YOUR LIPS, AND TOUNGUE.
TO PROVOKE ME BY OBSCENE TOUCHES, AND NOISES, AND EVEN
TO DO IN MY PRESENCE THE MOST SHAMEFUL, AND FILTHY ACT OF THE
BODY. YOU REMEMBER THE DAY YOU PULLED UP YOUR CLOTHES, AND
LET ME LIE UNDER YOU LOOKING UP AT YOU WHILE YOU DID IT?
THEN YOU WERE ASHAMED TO EVEN MEET MY EYES.
YOU'RE MINE DARLING. MINE.
I LOVE YOU.
ALL I HAVE WRITTEN ABOVE IS ONLY A MOMENT OR TWO OF BRUTAL MADNESS.
THE LAST DROP OF SEED HAS HARDLY BEEN SQUIRTED UP YOUR CUNT, BEFORE
IT IS OVER, AND MY TRUE LOVE FOR YOU, THE LOVE OF MY VERSES,
THE LOVE OF MY EYES FOR YOUR STRANGE LURING EYES, COMES BLOWING
OVER MY SOUL LIKE A WIND OF SPICES.
MY PRICK IS STILL HOT AND STIFF, AND QUIVERING FROM THE LAST
BRUTAL DRIVE IT HAS GIVEN YOU WHEN A FAINT HYMN IS HEARD RISING
IN TENDER, PITIFUL WORSHIP OF YOU FROM THE DIM CLOISTERS OF MY HEART.
NORA, MY FAITHFUL DARLING. MY SEET EYED, BLAGGARD SCHOOL GIRL,
BE MY WHORE, MY MISTRESS, AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE.
MY LITTLE FREAKIN' MISTRESS.
MY LITTLE FUCKING WHORE.
YOU ARE ALWAYS MY BEAUTIFUL WILDFLOWER OF THE HEDGES.
MY DARK BLUE, RAIN DRENCHED FLOWER.
JIM.

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