dedalus Posted December 10, 2009 Share Posted December 10, 2009 I sit rigidly upright, silent in my Japanese room: tatami mats the walls squared away the hanging scroll. Don't forget the garbage, the wife trills out and the door clicks shut: she is away to work. I pull out the shining sword and lay it upon my lap sharp as a bastard you could shave with this fucker. Breathe in, breathe out, become Japanese. I stare at the scroll trying to make out the Kanji this looks like "world" and "within" and then there's a load of squiggly pigeonshit and then the sirens kick in, the ambulances, dragging heartsore victims to clapped-out hospitals. I stare some more at the scroll. Stare long enough and you might learn something. I like this summer kimono it allows you to scratch your balls comfortably, no need for zips or retainers and the squirrels, they run about in the trees, beyond the window, they run about in the piece of the wood where we had to bury poor fuckin Paul. They haven't found him yet; chances are they never will. The good thing about this room is that it has no mirrors. I mean to say, you don't need to look at yourself. Ever. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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