Because of his beautiful body and face, beautiful pelt, and delicious, or at least edible meat, Alex is valuable to the system. The food, clothing, but not “shelter” system.
When we say his beautiful body and face have value to the system, we mean to say Alex’s type gets used in taxidermy. What happens there is Alex, under the wrong conditions, might get killed and then stuffed. Preserved. That would never happen if Alex and his type had bodies and faces unpleasant to look at.
Plus, you’d be surprised how often Alex and his type are photographed or depicted in the fine arts.
“Alex, I know your pelt makes you a prey to the predator who doesn’t pray, but you misunderestimate how much fun a girl you get an ice cream with can be.”
Alex didn’t want to get caught by the human cage of a jail, or the even more human cage of a wet pussy.
Sitting in the cemetery, feeling a beautiful restful feeling, a contemplation, a feeling of “die another day”, and for this day, because of love, the sun shining,and the prospect of entering a bordello, where love would be Alex’s for the taking, he went shaking for the baking.
It is not conspicuous consumption, or bumption, or a silent night.
You plunge on in, where you are known to be…
“If you weren’t loaded, I’d never let you in,” said the Madam.
The Madam knew Alex had bupkis of money up the yin and yang. She knew he spilt it, spelled it, smelled it, let it rain down, in glory. It was, the Madam knew, an endless supply.
“Madam, I can’t provide any shelter, let alone my own. I hear you’ve got good shelter here in this bordello. Plus, good bed warmers. I don’t want to trade my own hide for a good night’s sleep. Plus, I know this is a house of ill repute. Plus, I sleep a lot better in the arms of a good woman. Not exactly a good woman, but better, a good loving woman.”
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