Oh, hello. Well this is a surprise, isn’t it? I mean to say, I didn’t expect you to be dropping by at this late hour. And obviously, I’m a bit ill-prepared—wearing nothing but this small, white bathrobe.
I suppose you would like some answers. Well, for one thing we call ourselves the Baby Birds because we are new to flight. But for the past few years we have soared to new heights, our wings no longer clipped by traditional American mores.
We enjoy fucking, yes. But that simple mechanistic act is nothing when not combined with tenderness and trust. We are jazzed by Eastern thought and sexual practice. We surrounded ourselves with the simple, sensual items we’ve collected from our travels—a coarse woven prayer mat from Marrakech, a bronze incense-holder from Tibet. I’m sure most of the Connecticut smart-set would be shocked by our decadence, but we can’t imagine a more natural way to live.
A wise man once said, “a well-worn path is a path where no new leaves grow.” Won’t you be one of those leaves? It must be said that normally, we are a private club. But for MySpace, we are willing to make an exception.
I just want you to know that although the dream is over, those were the best 7 episodes I've ever had the pleasure of viewing. Thank you ever so much. Will there be a DVD available for purchase?
Dear SIAS: Thank you for being so gentle and understanding with me. You took me so many places I've never been before and taught me what love is. I will never forget you.
Oh, hello. Well this is a surprise, isn’t it? I mean to say, I didn’t expect you to be dropping by at this late hour. And obviously, I’m a bit ill-prepared—wearing nothing but this small, white bathrobe.
