Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Motorway song

"And in this town of misguided tourists/she never thought she'd fall in love/it was a few days after her birthday/the thrill hostess gave her first kiss/he said her skin smelled just like pebbles/said stupid things he knew she'd like/she said her life was like a motorway/dull, grey and long/until he came along"

Monday, May 24, 2004

The Energy of Slaves

"If you ever read this
Think of the man writing it
He hated the world on your behalf"

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Outro

"I am a literary scavenger. I haunt the intellectual slaughter pens, and live by the putrid offal that self-respecting authors reject. I glean the stinking materials for my stories from the sewers and cesspools of life. For the dollars they pay, I furnish my readers with those thrills that public decency forbids them to experience first hand. I am a procurer for the purposes of mental prostitution."

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