"In mah infant years and so through to mah teens - even as a young man ah sat nor in judgement of mah fellow man. But hear this. Even as ah dangled from one pinched empurpled ear, a wincing woeborn puppet surrendered up to the pedophagic freak show which mah mother would so sadistically invoke - even then, no more than a mite, not even a lustrum of life's waters passed - ah, Euchrid Eucrow, harboured such a hate for that sick fucken bitch that ah felt mah glands fill with a deadly venom that polluted mah bodily secretions - it did. Ah emitted a lethal catarrh - black spit, foul and deadly.
Ah was corrupted by hate. Ah was montruous. Ah was diabolical, deadlier than a rattlesnake, and while the sow slept, the snake - it struck! Listen. Once while Her Slutness lay sprawled in her armchair, ah slid up to her and deposited whole mouthfuls of warm, morbid sputum into her bottle. Then ah left the house, making sure ah woke Her Bitchship with a slam of the door. Ah slipped around to the south wall, pulled the spigot from the spy-hole, and put mah eye up to the hole - mah black little heart romping in its cage, happy as hell.
Ah watched her down the killer elixir in one long swig. Mah eye went cold. She belched ominously and shut her eyes like before. She began to snore. A minute passed and ah fell into a sickly sweat. Mah mouth filled with foul and acrid rheum.
Ah slammed the spigot back in its hole and hissed.
The hog was immune.
Utterly shitted ah gobbed at mah shadow and watched an onion-weed curl and die on mah left shoulder. [...]"




just a taste from Nick Cave's "And the Ass Saw The Angel"




salamandrine 21:54