Alex knew of his mother, through her jungle of hair; most mammals, even the ones not in a jungle, do have hair, though not all.
The terror of nudity, denuded, as if jungle was debris, monkey business, a snarl– a human being, a swamp rat, a tightening of a schincter, and the realization the mighty African elephant, while not exactly
A time of the night, when there is still light in the room, a rune of light, Alex knowing his mother has cast him out, same as when God kicked his ugly, stinking butt out the doorway,
Eve with him, beautiful mammal, Alex licking her breast, for comfort, and pleasure, not nutrition, Eve loving Alex, though he doesn’t turn her on the way Slade did, not for one second.
They had all eternity.
Spam of Human Affection 
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