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Kevin N. Whiting
Kevin is a strange character that is one of life's harassed.
This, in turn, has developed him into a cynic and a hard living
Napalm Dog who has taken to slinking into the paintwork and
will, like Rambo (the part where he has his eyes closed in
the wall of mud), strike like a... well, like a grass snake
with a chip on his scales [hey, you're fucking writing this
yourself man, don't make me out to be a TOTAL gimp]. He lives
in and about England, you know the place-the Zit on Europe's
ass. He lives with his concubine, a lady even more strange
than he. He prefers rare to well done, black to white, The
Doors to The Beatles, Pepsi to Coke, and bourbon to scotch.
He's a regular guy-"A multiple felon perhaps"-but
a regular guy nonetheless.
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LONG LIVE
THE KING!
Today, we have a woman that will go out on her own,
she'll approach men, she'll pay her way, and she'll
put up the goods when asked and even when not. The modern
woman is a Viking Berserker-hungry for rampant sexuality,
released from her restrictive captivity, and I sometimes
wonder if the male of the species even recognizes this.
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PURPLE DRUGS
I haven't taken drugs for a few months now. The last
drug I took was a mix of marijuana in the forms of resin
and grass. I'd picked my friend and his girlfriend up
from his house and brought them here where my girlfriend
was drunk and cooking in the dark. I switched the light
on when I got back to see her mixing drinks and cooking
a Spanish dish-she looked like a deer caught in the
cross fire of poachers and heavy traffic. My friend
brought white wine and beers. The wine went into the
fridge for the ladies, and the beer went into glasses
for our guts. >>>
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GRAVEYARD
STUDIOS: A WORLD OF HATE
The time is 9:52 in the am. I've just driven my girlfriend
to work. In the space of 30 minutes and 15 miles on
a normal Friday morning I have come to grasp some understanding
of how much I hate this world.>>>
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SOUTHERN
UN-COMFORT
It's always a great occasion in the life of a growing
man when his parents get lost for a few weeks, and you
find yourself in their house with EVERYTHING to do.
Some guys get so wrapped up in the setting, and they
get so excited that they piss themselves with excitement,
and before they know it their parents are back in the
house asking why there's a pool of piss on the floor.
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ANGRY YOUNG
MEN
What makes a man a man? More importantly, what makes
a young man an angry young man? We've all heard the
sayings: Angry young man, wait until you have the experience,
etc., etc. But why are we angry young men, and what
makes one? Still more importantly, are there any angry
young men left in the world? >>>
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THE ART
OF CLEARING BARS IN UNDER 4 MINUTES
We lurched from the bus at our stop and collected our
bags, right in the middle of a procession of queers
and bikers, all digesting the new talent. Our hotel
was situated just off the main drag of the town with
an English pub practically sat in our lap. For the whole
time, some indecent prick would keep jumping on the
mic and moaning out a rendition of a bile inducing "classic".
We got changed and went for a meal in an Italian diner,
where the old lady that served us looked at us like
I'd just raped her pet collection. The meal was ok,
and in celebration I stole the salt and pepper mills
off the table. Nothing like a good souvenir. >>>
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CASH WAITING
FOR WELL ADJUSTED STRANGERS
"New kid in town! Needs a 15-18 year-old pal with
nice and friendly, well-adjusted, outgoing personality
for social interaction, entertainment (movies, events),
and sport activities. The parents will provide compensation
and spending $$ for the activities. Call for more information"
I have just spotted this on a website advertising jobs.
Is it me or does this “job posting” make you feel slightly
uneasy—like the collapse of social structure has already
happened, fell away from us, and no-one told us? >>>
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