"It's spring time. The smell of cunt in the air"- David Foster Wallace
I got to notice what I'm sure you've noticed long ago, I know, I know you've seen me brought home unconscious, dragged in the door, under what's called the influence, son, helped in by cabbies at night, I've seen your long shadow grotesquely backlit at the top of the house's stairs I helped pay for, boy: how the drunk and the maimed both are dragged forward out of the arena like a boneless Christ, one man under each arm, feet dragging, eyes on the aether.
>>7578674
And there's something incredibly sad and banal about that.
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing
>>7578756
yeah
>>7578758
thank you green
