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WHY? WHY? For the same goddamned reason that I was LAST time. 1) NO SEX AND DRUGS FOR IAN! The sandpaper of modern living. See, as the touring Demiurge we float across continent and provide a framework whereby the "NATIVES" can get a glimpse of something/someplace that is not THAT place and as messengers of this GOOD news, or in OXBOW's case: cock, fistfights and generalized and non-specific threatening behaviors of all types, it becomes quite easy for us to confuse the cause and the effect. The generic band arriving in town is the CAUSE. The grand glee and jubilation is the EFFECT�.however not being cut from the same cloth as Philip Michael Thomas who was once quoted as saying "I AM CHRISTMAS," we come to understand, usually the hard way, that WE ARE NOT THE EFFECT. WE ARE NOT CHRISTMAS. WE ARE NOT JUBILATION. We, however, ARE 1) delusional I mean what I'm saying is that it's like taking steroids. Now the first time I took steroids I had NO IDEA what the fuck I was doing, despite having done all of the requisite research. But one thing I soon figured out was that as MUCH as I TOOK and as HIGH as I got on fuck, fantasy and generalized feeling of well being I'd have to pay for when the magic juice stopped. And like all good things it DID, Stop that is. The Magic Juice. Gone. Done. Done for. Fin. With overriding feelings of joyful rage and merriment replaced with gun-barrel fellating sorrows. And so it goes: joyful rage. Merriment. Suicidal. Gun-sucking. But see now I've given the goddamned ending away. Shit. Well let's flip the ass to the back and start in on happier more�carefree times. Times when the wine poured, when the sluts were hot and thick, and the fistfights were lusty and I slept under the cross-cutting influence of every single pill I gobbled, having long since forgotten what they were and what they did. In other words let's start at the start. |
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