Null wrote:quetzalcoatlus wrote:I am currently reading Psychotic Reactions And Carburetor Dung by Lester Bangs.
That's a hugely fun book, except for the dour Village Voice pieces in the latter part of the volume. He has another book, Main Lines, [something else] and Blood Feasts, but the good stuff was pretty much in PRAC.
ntw3001 wrote:you can't get raped if you always say yes
James wrote:While writing this post I've been gripped by a growing concern that it's nothing more than incredibly tedious navel-gazing. But hey, this is the Internet.
PonderThis wrote:Back in olden times people found solace in Jesus. Nowadays it's Sonic The Hedgehog.
I passed the zoo, the cages had been ripped open, everything was everywhere, dazed animals cried in pain and confusion, one of the keeper was calling out for help, he was a strong man, his eyes had been burnt closed, he grabbed my arm and asked me if I knew how to fire a fun, I told him I had to get to someone, he handed me his rifle and said, "You've got to find the carnivores," I told him I wasn't a good shot, I told him I didn't know which were carnivores and which weren't, he said, "Shoot everything," I don't know how many animals I killed, I killed an elephant, it had been thrown twenty yards from its cage, I pressed the rifle to the back of its head and wondered, as I squeezed the trigger, Is it necessary to kill this animal? I killed an ape that was perched on the stump of a fallen tree, pulling its hair as it surveyed the destruction, I killed two lions, they were standing side by said facing west, were they related, were they friends, mates, can lions love? I killed a cub that was climbing atop a massive dead bear, was it climbing atop its parent? I killed a camel with twelve bullets, I suspected it wasn't a carnivore, but I was killing everything, everything had to be killed, a rhinoceros was banging its head against a rock, again and again, as if to put itself out of its suffering, or to make itself suffer, I fired at it, it kept banging its head, I fired again, it banged harder, I walked up to it and pressed the gun between its eyes, I killed it, I killed a zebra, I killed a giraffe, I turned the water of the sea lion's tank red, an ape approached me, it was the ape I had shot before, I'd thought I'd killed it, it walked up to me slowly, its hands covering its ears, what did it want from me, I screamed, “What do you want from me?” I shot it again, where I thought its heart was, it looked at me, in its eyes I was sure I saw some form of understanding, but I didn't see forgiveness, I tried to shoot the vultures, but I wasn't a good enough shot, later I saw vultures fattening themselves on the human carnage, and I blamed myself for everything.
ntw3001 wrote:you can't get raped if you always say yes
Jemry wrote:Are we including comics here? If not, John Dies at the End is good and you should all read it at your convenience.
ntw3001 wrote:you can't get raped if you always say yes
Jemry wrote:Are we including comics here?
PonderThis wrote:Back in olden times people found solace in Jesus. Nowadays it's Sonic The Hedgehog.


ntw3001 wrote:you can't get raped if you always say yes
James wrote:It's very strange to hear a foreigner talking about Granada Television. It evokes memories of the weird G-arrow logo thing appearing at the ends of programmes in the early Nineties. Since it got subsumed into ITV I've barely heard or thought of it at all. To have someone who wasn't even exposed to it in that context bring it up is strange in a way I can't satisfactorily express.
James wrote:I'm currently making my way through Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell,
James wrote:no, not that David Mitchell.
ntw3001 wrote:you can't get raped if you always say yes
Veepa wrote:Very wise words, Master Tiny Legs.
ntw3001 wrote:you can't get raped if you always say yes
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