Never Blog Drunk

Posted by on Monday, September 17, 2007 · Leave a Comment  

I want to savage Chrissie Hynde. I don’t care if her tits suck. I don’t care if her face looks like the surface of the moon. I want to touch her skinny hips. I want my hands on her meaningful black t-shirt (sans sleeves).

I want to get fucked up beyon d belief with Bowie and shoot mud with Lou Reed. I want to shoot a lot of shit with Lou. A lotta lotta lotta shit. I want the basketball diaries to look like ;dear abbey; when I pour my drug haze misery on those tits. All over those tit/face combo packs.

I want to huff gallons of glue with Johnny Joey and the rest. I want to wak e up in a shitty leather jacket and go straight for the drugs. I want to drink until my ass pours bleeding. I want to play until no bottle of wine will solv e the probbies.

Andy… Where the fuck are you!?! Jean-Michel write your epitaph on my fucking face NIGGER!

I hate not being…

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I hate not being.

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I want everything.

I want everything.

I W E

Its’ timeeeeee to get out of this drunken hazzzzzzzzzzzzze and CONQUERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

“”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”

“”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"”"

That evening the swarm of helicopters that came buzzing across the Hog’s Back was a dark cloud ten kilometres long. The description of last night’s orgy of atonement had been in all the papers.
“Savage!” called the first arrivals, as they alighted from their machine. “Mr. Savage!”
There was no answer.
The door of the lighthouse was ajar. They pushed it open and walked into a shuttered twilight. Through an archway on the further side of the room they could see the bottom of the staircase that led up to the higher floors. Just under the crown of the arch dangled a pair of feet.
“Mr. Savage!”
Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east. …

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