Books! They are my drug of choice.
I'm looking for something to read. I read a lot of things, of course, and many of them have been at least passably good. But that's not what I'm looking for. I'm in A Mood, majuscule. And when the mood strikes... Oh, I let it carry me.
I'm looking for A Book. The Book. A book that will thrill me and chill me and fill me, a book that will wear me as a skin and throw me about, a book that will bend my psyche and blow my mind and chew me up and spit me out. I'm looking for what Neuromancer takes to get high, whose complexity Dune reels in, who cyber-beat-anarcho-opiates crush up and snort directly into quivering, melting brainmeats.
I am looking, in short, for a Book that will explode my fucking mind into ten thousand glinting pieces of broken dream and razor-sharp reality and cut me until I bleed.
Please?
I'm looking for A Book. The Book. A book that will thrill me and chill me and fill me, a book that will wear me as a skin and throw me about, a book that will bend my psyche and blow my mind and chew me up and spit me out. I'm looking for what Neuromancer takes to get high, whose complexity Dune reels in, who cyber-beat-anarcho-opiates crush up and snort directly into quivering, melting brainmeats.
I am looking, in short, for a Book that will explode my fucking mind into ten thousand glinting pieces of broken dream and razor-sharp reality and cut me until I bleed.
Please?