put it in you i thought about putting the dialtone in. then i was caught up in all the cross referencing. all the benign censorship and plot spoilers. but he dropped round later today. pulled a face that was happy to see him but not to let him know that i called. and then it all became clear. i was away in another room when it rang and i have not yet been made away of the ringing. now over. so i moved on. he waddled out the door. got some soups from the kitchen. continued up the street in stern and unappreciative way to his condition. some things are never as strong as denial. i just hope he is stronger. oh i have seen worse off. but healthier men have died.

paused for a moment on the crack of some young old thing staring out into the street from the doorway. in and out of the cold, in and out of the club. four in the stark grey sunday afternoon. no better time to swallow yourself up in bit of dance in a bit of mindless culture. pill perversion. eyes wide and bleary, pupils tight as an asshole, and assholes loose as lips. no friends no enemies inside. all outside. in here just potential. potential to fuck and get fucked.

she smiled and waved. he smiled and waved. across the road. she frowned a little. skimmied and turned away, disappeared back down the stairs. got a bit too much light. used to be an s and m thing down there. whips and chains, and torture racks are there. owned by bikies. you think, you try and tell me. maybe i'll put it in a story, but you gotta give me something to believe in first. but those bikies, i have heard, do own that rabbit up round the corner. all so plush and cushy up there. charge through the nose for a drink. very sophisticated. very suave. talk about the size of my shoe, and where the best cup of soy chai latte can be found. no no, i drink coffee, can't stand the tea. just need a cup to go in the morning. can't start enjoying it until the afternoon. a lunch latte later. unless its a weekend, but then it an early morning jog and coffee, or one of those sleep ins. then you got to have the clear crisp smell linger over eggs and bacon. there is a nice little place over on bayswater in the cross. you know i think that's next door to the one where that guy got shot. just sitting there. people all around. and you know i've been told the guy who shot him, he just bowed afterwards and hurried away. well you would wouldn't you. what bow. no, hurry.

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