you're into being a writer, it is best that you do not
read anything. Sometimes maybe you can take some book
and read a few sentences.
always seems to me that writing sentences is the hardest
task in literature. If there is such a thing. And I
hold that it is hard to write almost anything without
can immediately recognize a man who is not able to put
a full stop in the right place. Or he doesn't want to.
Then his entire thought seems to be an embroiled tapeworm.
I always place the stop where I think it has been enough.
There is no other measure for the man willing to write
than to put a full stop at the end of the sentence.
the best thing is not to think about it at all. The
full stop comes and goes - fiuuu! It is the same with
shit. If I take hours to preparing to shit, I will never
be satisfied afterwards. The best thing is to crap when
the time comes. Then you can move on. And - you didn't
get especially excited about the whole thing. Sometimes
you don't even notice anything, except a certain ease,
as if you squeeze out a spot. You feel good because
you didn't ponder too much over the shit.
essence of the full stop is that it doesn't mean a thing.
This means that you can put it anywhere. There are three
colours on the traffic light and each of them denotes
something, but still one of them is less significant
than the others. It is the YELLOW colour. The one telling
you to prepare yourself. You step on the accelerator
and you are soon to be moving. The yellow light is there
for your sluggishness. It exists so you don't get surprised
with a sudden change of colour. The full stop serves
the same purpose. When you see the full stop, you inhale
a little and proceed. If you get horny over a fast ride,
no full stop will help. It is my task to place the full
stop and yours to see what you will do with it.
is the next question?
I will screw that son of a bitch with my baseball staff!
- shouted Bert Tucson in an obviously upset mood.
Guys, we have to fuck him off totally - yelled Connie
Fren while he poured 'Southern Comfort' in everyone's
were totally drunk hanging at the bar like sacks of
shit and did not even notice when I entered the bar
that New Uxbridge was so much of a crap place that I
was in no mood to return to that fucking HOLE. Vicky
was a damned bitch but was right told me ten times yesterday
while I screwed her who can banish you from one CRAP
HOLE take your car and go back to New Uxbridge and fuck
them off drink your drink you are a FREE MAN she told.
I even sent a telegram to the bar owner saying I'm coming
to have a drink and I will be her HERO I threwn myself
over the bar but no-one noticed me everyone had fun
talking about ME threatening me
We will fuck him like an old ass as soon as he enters
the bar - concluded the old bald loathsome Ray whom
I remember because of his stupid jokes
wanted a cold beer because I had enough of this SHIT
I yelled my order to a bloke suddenly a hush everyone
stared at me can I have a COLD BEER I howled we will
fuck you queen they said and moved towards me I ground
the first one's muzzle but then they fixed me badly
I thought all's finished but they yelled and then someone
hit my shoulder from underneath with a leg I lied in
a pool of blood when I tried to stand up I hit a bar
chair with my head I was not well however I pulled myself
together and told them guys you're not so bad but I
would really like to drink my BEER they burst into laughter
I got my beer. Later on Vicky PATCHED ME UP you were
right I told her I am a free man I can have beer wherever
I want to and then we LAUGHED