How the hell was I going to get an isolation tank & ketamine in goddard fucking kansas?
wu, Altar, Consciousness (part 1) at Key 23
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David held out his hands in a gesture that was supposed to mean, So fucking sorry for something that’s not remotely my fault, but people had already lost interest in him.
John Ajvide Lindqvist, Handling the Undead [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
“A gun?” Edward asked with skepticism in his voice. “We have Vincent and Emma watching the camp.” “Eddy,” Michael’s tone turned serious, “we are out here because somebody we know shit about is trying to kill you, and you and the nice magic old lady that just disappeared into the dark woods made me promise not to bring the HPD into this. I think it’s time you took a little more interest in preventing your own fucking death. That sound about right, little buddy?”
J Kelley Anderson, Casting Shadows [Amazon, Local Library]
To me! To me! To me all the juicy gamahuches of the morning!
To me the fucks that give one zest for lunch! To me the buggerings of the early afternoon, and the bub and armpit joys that occupy the wise from five o’clock to dinner. To me the nameless raptures of the evening and the night! O fucking! what fun you are!
Aleister Crowley, Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden, Capitulum V
With fascism fucking everywhere at the moment, there’s no guarantee that all the demolition of what qualifies as obscene won’t be rolled back in a resurgence of the reactionary
Hal Duncan quoted in Chris Kelso, Burroughs & Scotland: Dethroning the Ancients: The Commitment of Exile [Amazon, Local Library]
