Wednesday, December 31, 2008

:: Cyclonus and the Sweeps ::
soundcheck : MSTRKRFT - Woman (Wolfmother Remix)

Dear self,

I make this letter out to you, firstly, to thank you for the painful year you've shouldered - and for more that is to come.

More importantly, however, I write to you to apologise for the abuse you will have to put up with tonight. In high probability, you may gain consciousness on New Year's Day:

  • in a house that is not your own
  • with people that you know (or don't)
  • with substances you probably will feel like regurgitating
  • with little or no recollection of the events that transpired
and
  • sparing no caution to what little was left of 2008.

Although these few points best summarise the likely outcome of how you will spend the last moments of your year, do know that you do not endure this in vain. It is in fact, for the glory of the long-deceased Optimus Prime, and other personae such as John J. Rambo, Solid Snake and possibly, Tommy Chong, that you have been tasked to ride this final night out - like so much lightning up an unsuspecting victim's panties.

Good luck, and may the force be with you.

Yours Truly,
Sal.

_

spoken. at 7:40 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."