Notes from a Simulated Underground
Archive for June 8, 2008
1 comment • Marocharim • June 8, 2008
It wasn’t exactly one of those teen love stories with a happy ending. It was more like Saturday Night Fever, where every man was a John Travolta and every woman was an Olivia Newton-John. A good part of any guy’s allowance would be spent on those jars of menthol-scented pomade, now used to groom dogs [...]
There are things I'm afraid to tell myself. Instead, I choose to reveal them the world. In sickness, in spite, in all unpleasantness, even in disease. I'm a babbler, a ranter, a writer: neither spiteful nor kind, neither rascal or honorable man. Neither hero or vermin.
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