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9.03.2010

knee deep in a river of pussy

I want to share this. I didn't write but I sure as fuck wish I did. If only we could all be this raw and new. These words are savorable so savor them.

      "Rome is burning," he said as he poured himself another drink. "Yet here I am, knee deep in a river of pussy."
      Here it comes, she thought, another self indulgent whiskey soaked story about how fucking great everything was in the past. And how all us pour souls born too late to see the stones play at wherever or snort the good coke like they had at studio 54, well, we'd all just missed out on practically everything worth living for. And the worst part was, she agreed with him.
        Here we are, she thought. At the edge of the world, the very edge of Western civilization and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way towards the end of days.

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