Commentary on the shock
Well, well, well...
Somebody said something about the Tea. Holy crap! Well, Kyle my friend, I'm not sure what it is you're supposed to make of Slam. He's got a certain pulp fiction dime store hood to him, so if that's what you got, I won't fault you. Five stories down and twenty feet over to the dumpster. Bobby's swaying as he holds onto the railing to try to get momentum. Mind you though, the devil's in the details. The part I just posted I checked over and realized that in that section, Bobby was only going to fall three stories (wrong) and that Bobby was 16 (wrong again), but I changed that stuff.
Warning I have just posted the beginning of Chapter 1 of Shock Tea. If you thought the prelude was dark and ominous, the novel gets much worse real quick. It is not for the feint of heart. There are references to drugs, sex, child abuse, and bestiality. Consider yourself warned.
Somebody said something about the Tea. Holy crap! Well, Kyle my friend, I'm not sure what it is you're supposed to make of Slam. He's got a certain pulp fiction dime store hood to him, so if that's what you got, I won't fault you. Five stories down and twenty feet over to the dumpster. Bobby's swaying as he holds onto the railing to try to get momentum. Mind you though, the devil's in the details. The part I just posted I checked over and realized that in that section, Bobby was only going to fall three stories (wrong) and that Bobby was 16 (wrong again), but I changed that stuff.
Warning I have just posted the beginning of Chapter 1 of Shock Tea. If you thought the prelude was dark and ominous, the novel gets much worse real quick. It is not for the feint of heart. There are references to drugs, sex, child abuse, and bestiality. Consider yourself warned.
1 Comments:
Yes!! Raptures of joy at the prospect of the dark text upon which I are about to embark. And before I jump in I only hope that the very first paragraph of excellence actually contains the drugs, sex, child abuse, and bestiality promised -- preferrably all on the same character who ends up befuddled, baffled, and besmirched in a quivering corner at the bottom of the paragraph. All the better if they are then never to be heard from again. Throw in some monkeys {or raccoons jumping out at random} and I'm obviously running low on my medication. Sorry about that. The shock collar is for our own good. I'll be good.
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