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Saturday 24th of January
There is some conjecture
regarding which day Australia Day occurs on. We do not care about Australia Day
per se. We just want to crash your parties, get rowdy, insult your good person,
dismiss your poor taste in music, hurt your pets, and spill water on the floor
so that one of your drunken guests can slip over and split their head open. And
then we will disappear into the night, en route to another event to disrupt. So
a bunch of us are going to walk into this pub, in a big fucking group, like we
own this fucking place. No, we do own this fucking place, right? And
we're going to declare to everyone our undying faith in the cause of being
straight. We're fucking straight you dyke cunts! We're straight and god damn
proud! I'm gonna’ tell everyone in ear shot that I like me a tight arse on my
woman. Fuck you if you want to persecute my beliefs. Don't you dare hold me
down. We're not going to be cute about it, or funny, or facetious. Fuck that.
Sexuality is a serious issue. If you don't like it then I'll be forced to stick
a finger in your chest and then punch a fucking hole in your dumb fucking head.
I'm gonna’ look at whoever I want. Well, whichever girl I want. She can either
look back at me or fuck off. She's got it going. She does too. She doesn't. Why
does that one bother? May as well stay home and pray to god for a new body for
all the good it's doing her. A tight, good-looking body. I'm not leaving
until something positive happens. We own this place, remember that. I pushed
myself hard up against her hips. I grabbed and pulled at her tits, stuck my
tongue down her hot, wet mouth. She buckled a little, I think she wanted me to
stop. I didn't want to stop, I never want to. She can wait until I'm done. They
all will hold still and count down the time ‘til I'm finished. Now we're
getting the fuck out of this fucking place.
Rage against the Machine! Great post! Your words have packed the punch. I enjoyed the intensity.
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