Yesterday, I saw a woman having sex with a jaguar. The beauty lay on her back with legs widespread, as his beastly haunches thrust and recoiled like the machinery on a steam locomotive. Both seemed totally in the moment. Yet there was an eternal element, as he planted seed deep into the moist furrow of her overgrown South pasture. This beastiality was a sacred procreative act. This booty-call was a stone Olmec sculpture.
