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the straps holding his torso would be easy to undo but his hands are limp.
There's some sort of board behind his head and a towel or something round his
forehead holding his head upright but the eyes Christ the eyes there's nothing
there and McDunn says Persistent Vegetative State they call it apparently;
Persistent Vegetative State and it looks it man it looks it.
And then of course there are the other two. First it's Azul and his
girlfriend. She's traumatised and dehydrated but otherwise unharmed but he's
got soul brother's limbs where his own ought to be; necrosis like frostbite,
blood-death at the extremities but the extremities start at shoulder and
groin; he's alive but if you were him you'd rather not be. Arms salesman; okay
the Avenger the Equaliser the Total Fucking
Nutter went for the legs too but still, and the editor spiked, and the
rapist-lenient judge raped and the pornographer poisoned and stroked and the
man who was so callous about the bloodshed in the Iran/Iraq war forced to
watch his penned animals die like cattle like soldiers like cattle and then
bled to death in his own private fountains of blood and the businessman who
put profits before safety and not only helped kill a thousand people but then
tried to get out of paying the survivors and dependants any compensation gets
his own gas explosion - blevey is the technical term apparently - and fuck me
whoever he is (assuming he is a he), he's got a sense of humour or at least
irony why he's produced what's almost a snuff video effectively a snuff video
if you mean brain-death anyway it's the closest anyone will admit to ever
having seen or found one even the Obscene Pubs Squad who've been looking for
years but although everybody assumes they exist nobody's ever seen one until
old gorilla man comes along and just makes his own, specifically to warn off
any other porn merchants thinking of dealing in snuff! It's hilarious, it's
really ironic and you explain all this to McDunn and you laugh because it
actually isn't the fault of the police you're not sleeping it's the nightmares
where you're stalked by a gorilla with the voice of a baby and a huge syringe
and he wants to fuck you with it, isn't that hilarious? You can't sleep you're
actually providing your own sleep deprivation and you say hey, next thing you
know I really will be falling down the stairs! but he doesn't seem to get the
joke and then it's back to the cell and then the interview room with the
barred, opaqued windows so you can't see out and they switch on the
tape-machine recording everything as usual and it's getting more bizarre; they
get me to do a Michael Caine voice! They ask me to impersonate Michael fucking
Caine, can you believe that? And then there's this technician or something
here and they ask me to breathe in helium from a mask and make me repeat some
of the things gorilla man said on the video so I feel like I'm becoming him
they're trying to make me him; I don't think I sound the same as the guy on
the brain-snuff video but fuck knows what they think there are too many to
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know what the fuck they think; loads of them, officers from all over the
fucking place with different accents, London, Midlands, Welsh, Scottish,
elsewhere, God knows, it's not just Flavell and McDunn though I still see them
now and again especially McDunn who looks at me kind of weird most of the time
like he can't really believe it was me did all these things and I get this
bizarre feeling that he thinks I'm kind of pathetic
I mean that in a grudging, still-determined-to-bust-the-fucker way he actually
has more respect for gorilla
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Complicity man than he does for me because I've just gone to pieces under the
questions and the things they put in my head with those photographs and that
video (ha which means gorilla man has already put stuff into my head, already
has fucked my brains, filling my head with the idea of that, the vision, the
meme of that) and
I thought I was some tough cookie but I was wrong I'm just a dunked digestive
baby I'm soft I'm flopping
I'm disintegrating and that's why unless I'm the best fucking actor he's ever
seen McDunn can't accept I
was capable of the things gorilla man did, yet so much of the evidence,
especially the dates and times that sort of stuff, points at me not to mention
that piece of TV-crit I did that reads like a hit-list now.
And it just goes on keeps going on another night another nightmare and then
back to the interview room again and the tape machine again and more questions
about Stromefirry-nofirry and Jersey and flights and that's when they tell me
about the other one that's when they say oh by the way your best friend Andy
is dead blown up in the hotel when it burned down; probably beaten to death
first head stoved in but of course you probably know all that because you did
that too, didn't you?
*
I lied about something. Earlier. I told it the way it felt, not as it actually
was. Or the way it feels and actually is. Whatever.
'Andy; Yvonne.'
'Hi,' she says, shaking his hand.
'And that's William out there,' I tell Andy. 'With the big sword.' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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the straps holding his torso would be easy to undo but his hands are limp.
There's some sort of board behind his head and a towel or something round his
forehead holding his head upright but the eyes Christ the eyes there's nothing
there and McDunn says Persistent Vegetative State they call it apparently;
Persistent Vegetative State and it looks it man it looks it.
And then of course there are the other two. First it's Azul and his
girlfriend. She's traumatised and dehydrated but otherwise unharmed but he's
got soul brother's limbs where his own ought to be; necrosis like frostbite,
blood-death at the extremities but the extremities start at shoulder and
groin; he's alive but if you were him you'd rather not be. Arms salesman; okay
the Avenger the Equaliser the Total Fucking
Nutter went for the legs too but still, and the editor spiked, and the
rapist-lenient judge raped and the pornographer poisoned and stroked and the
man who was so callous about the bloodshed in the Iran/Iraq war forced to
watch his penned animals die like cattle like soldiers like cattle and then
bled to death in his own private fountains of blood and the businessman who
put profits before safety and not only helped kill a thousand people but then
tried to get out of paying the survivors and dependants any compensation gets
his own gas explosion - blevey is the technical term apparently - and fuck me
whoever he is (assuming he is a he), he's got a sense of humour or at least
irony why he's produced what's almost a snuff video effectively a snuff video
if you mean brain-death anyway it's the closest anyone will admit to ever
having seen or found one even the Obscene Pubs Squad who've been looking for
years but although everybody assumes they exist nobody's ever seen one until
old gorilla man comes along and just makes his own, specifically to warn off
any other porn merchants thinking of dealing in snuff! It's hilarious, it's
really ironic and you explain all this to McDunn and you laugh because it
actually isn't the fault of the police you're not sleeping it's the nightmares
where you're stalked by a gorilla with the voice of a baby and a huge syringe
and he wants to fuck you with it, isn't that hilarious? You can't sleep you're
actually providing your own sleep deprivation and you say hey, next thing you
know I really will be falling down the stairs! but he doesn't seem to get the
joke and then it's back to the cell and then the interview room with the
barred, opaqued windows so you can't see out and they switch on the
tape-machine recording everything as usual and it's getting more bizarre; they
get me to do a Michael Caine voice! They ask me to impersonate Michael fucking
Caine, can you believe that? And then there's this technician or something
here and they ask me to breathe in helium from a mask and make me repeat some
of the things gorilla man said on the video so I feel like I'm becoming him
they're trying to make me him; I don't think I sound the same as the guy on
the brain-snuff video but fuck knows what they think there are too many to
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know what the fuck they think; loads of them, officers from all over the
fucking place with different accents, London, Midlands, Welsh, Scottish,
elsewhere, God knows, it's not just Flavell and McDunn though I still see them
now and again especially McDunn who looks at me kind of weird most of the time
like he can't really believe it was me did all these things and I get this
bizarre feeling that he thinks I'm kind of pathetic
I mean that in a grudging, still-determined-to-bust-the-fucker way he actually
has more respect for gorilla
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Complicity man than he does for me because I've just gone to pieces under the
questions and the things they put in my head with those photographs and that
video (ha which means gorilla man has already put stuff into my head, already
has fucked my brains, filling my head with the idea of that, the vision, the
meme of that) and
I thought I was some tough cookie but I was wrong I'm just a dunked digestive
baby I'm soft I'm flopping
I'm disintegrating and that's why unless I'm the best fucking actor he's ever
seen McDunn can't accept I
was capable of the things gorilla man did, yet so much of the evidence,
especially the dates and times that sort of stuff, points at me not to mention
that piece of TV-crit I did that reads like a hit-list now.
And it just goes on keeps going on another night another nightmare and then
back to the interview room again and the tape machine again and more questions
about Stromefirry-nofirry and Jersey and flights and that's when they tell me
about the other one that's when they say oh by the way your best friend Andy
is dead blown up in the hotel when it burned down; probably beaten to death
first head stoved in but of course you probably know all that because you did
that too, didn't you?
*
I lied about something. Earlier. I told it the way it felt, not as it actually
was. Or the way it feels and actually is. Whatever.
'Andy; Yvonne.'
'Hi,' she says, shaking his hand.
'And that's William out there,' I tell Andy. 'With the big sword.' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]