BONNIE Ain't you ashamed? Tryin' to steal an old lady's automobile. CLYDE I been thinkin' about buyin' me one. BONNIE Bull. You ain't got money for dinner, let alone buy no car. CLYDE Now I got enough money for cokes, and since it don't look like you're gonna invite me inside-- BONNIE You'd steal the dining room table if I did. CLYDE Come to town with me, then. How'd that be? BONNIE Goin' to work anyway.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Walk me out in the morning, Jew
Jonny: I want to apologise for that last post. I didn't know what I was talking about. You know the closest I've been to psychedelic drugs is general anaesthetic. Mother of god! But I can't delete it. I'd feel like Winston Smith in Nineteen-Eighty Four whose job it job is to rewrite historical documents to match the constantly changing current party line. A marching band does the rounds through the shitty industrial park. I can hear them from my gulley. The tune merges with a police car's siren as it drives past.
You: Mother of god, the closest you've been to psychedelic drugs is your goddam imagination.