entry fifty six: voice.

Jun 11, 2010 17:29

[Swing is very drunk. and doing lots of rambling in his... speech pattern.]

What doyou do.... what do... you do, ladiesand gentlemen, when everythingyou used to justify... yourselfcomes crashing... down around you? When it allloses any... realpurpose. Whenit's all... a mess. A realmess, because... all you've got left is thestuff you... thought justified allthebrutal, horrible, disgusting... things you did, and that wasall in aid of a state...

A state, a Patricianwho is now known... as homicidal and it's ridiculous. It'sfucking ridiculous thatnothing... I've done means anything except sheer brutality.

It'd have been better... if you knewyou were wrongall along. If you'd have knownand accepted you were a cruelbastard and... for no reason butcruelty itself.

History... needs it'sbutchers. But being one and discoveringthe reasonsfor it, the justifications... for it were nothing...

And I really hatetalking like this. I always... have andalways will and I can'tfucking stand... it and can't fucking fixit.

Pleasesmirk if you find... it amusing.

swing does not know when to stop, swing has no sense of humour, history's butcher, can't follow a pattern

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