Not much detective, just a bit of minding my own fucking business really.
Posted on Tue Jul 24 09:58:00 UTC 2007
Her face, normally so full of gloomy dusk, suddenly broke into sunshine.
Slipping into my first cigarette. The little ritual, of rolling the tobacco, of flame and light, inhale and relax, holding onto the smoke, breathing out softly two minutes of my life and the gods of war seem pleased with my sacrifice, even serene fat Buddha smiles down broadly at my impertinent offering of second hand incense, he always smiles but now he smiles wider, he is fat with mirth, and it would appear that the world has found in me a strong and (more importantly) equally merciless opponent. Completely alert and at the top of my game, I am keen as a whistle for anything. Sweet strong morning coffee; more comfortable than a favourite grudge.
I come to this fierce and furious day as a conquering barbarian. I shall take these unruly minutes and bend them to my will, by whip and by rod I intend to enslave the proud hours –- and then pick the finest slender rose of the seconds for my bedchamber. Guards! Bring to me now this fleeting moment, bound, gagged, strip her bare as the pale winter frost, for I would like to ravish her like an animal, and the sobbing of our coupling shall bear me many sons.
GAME ON MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Just re-read the dribble I wrote on meth, appalling, awful, like sandpaper for my eyes. But at the time I thought it was PURE GENIUS, A MASTERPIECE OF MODERN PROSE
Slipping into my first cigarette. The little ritual, of rolling the tobacco, of flame and light, inhale and relax, holding onto the smoke, breathing out softly two minutes of my life and the gods of war seem pleased with my sacrifice, even serene fat Buddha smiles down broadly at my impertinent offering of second hand incense, he always smiles but now he smiles wider, he is fat with mirth, and it would appear that the world has found in me a strong and (more importantly) equally merciless opponent. Completely alert and at the top of my game, I am keen as a whistle for anything. Sweet strong morning coffee; more comfortable than a favourite grudge.
I come to this fierce and furious day as a conquering barbarian. I shall take these unruly minutes and bend them to my will, by whip and by rod I intend to enslave the proud hours –- and then pick the finest slender rose of the seconds for my bedchamber. Guards! Bring to me now this fleeting moment, bound, gagged, strip her bare as the pale winter frost, for I would like to ravish her like an animal, and the sobbing of our coupling shall bear me many sons.
GAME ON MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Just re-read the dribble I wrote on meth, appalling, awful, like sandpaper for my eyes. But at the time I thought it was PURE GENIUS, A MASTERPIECE OF MODERN PROSE