The air pressure alters and the air fills up with artichokes

A smell of piss and sodium, a noise like bitches twisting inwards, caught and left for carrion

Razorlight, razorlight

And

I

Fall.

I don't give a toss about your cover sheets.

I don't give a toss about your time tables.

The next one who calls me a holy tax accountant gets an unsavory hex up the arse. You have the wrong man.

[Let it be known, John Constantine used to be in a band.]

Robin Hood and Little John walking through the forest, laughing back and forth at what the other'un has to say...

[Of course, it was a punk rock band.]

Nothing feels better than when I'm deep up inside you, mate.

You take the bad with the good.

When I put me light too close to the hole you never throw a fit.

You understand if I'm not in the mood to just talk.

Truth is, I'd be lost and cold without you.

The thought comes out of nowhere, like a bullet carved from madness, and for just an instant I consider ignoring it and walking out of here.

But then I remember I've got a reputation to maintain.

Oh yeah... one other thing, fellas...


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