Burning Safari

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=X0UmVrKC9hA&feature=dir

Mr. Fairfax

Pointed like a compass,
In an awkward geometry of time;
Brownian in its motion,
Calculous in its crime ~

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69 cures colds

69 cures colds
threesomes help with loneliness
blowjobs work wonders for the flu
It’s hard to believe but it’s true
porn is, porn is, porn is good for you

priests says no
feminists say way to go
mother might misconstrue
it feels so bad but feels good too
porn is, porn is, porn is good for you

is that your ex
with her new banker friend
you’re sitting there crying, you can’t move
could have been anyone, could have been you
porn is, porn is, porn is good for you

when a cigarette’s too distant
alcohol’s too expensive
and a j’s too enthoo
nothing’s better for your decrepitude
porn is, porn is, porn is good for you

what they taught you was wrong
biased
untrue
this is the option, the in lieu
porn is, porn is, porn is good for you

your job sucks
she’s not here
you spent the whole day in a queue
look at the camera baby, close your eyes when he shoots
porn is, porn is, porn is good for you

Dehydration

A troupe of tap-dancers did their hoppy thing. Their feet were a blur of shamrock green. The smile on their faces belonged in tourism brochures. They made an amazing amount of noise - clattering, clapping, tapping, stomping. Their feet beat out a tattoo which which found an echo in my heart, and quickened its beat. The camera panned out a little, and I saw that there were only ten of them, not the two hundred they sounded like. Then the camera panned out some more, and I realised that they were not really dancing in front of me. They were in my head. Or on my head. I can't be sure. Everything's strange this morning.

The morning brought with it memories and memory loss. It also brought with it turmoil in the stomach, eyes that wished the sun would turn itself off and inexplicable shooting pains down the length of the arm. It forced you to hydrate, but to hydrate one has to move, and every step was a small death. It forced a music change - rock 'n roll for violin strains that seemed to waft down from heaven. It served to remind me that somewhere in the world was goodness and beauty, and if I survived this morning, I should dedicate the rest of my life to searching it out. If I survived.

Bad hangover. Bad fucking hangover.

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