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"A real kitchen sink drama. This kind of thing happens all the time and itleaves a nasty stain on the shag-pile." Starts so slowly, just a place tostay... Somewhere warm where they can spend their days. Air is stagnantand he feels unclean. Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene.
Something's happened and it's not so good, broken bottles in the face oflove. Mottled flesh under the harsh strip light. Nylong sheets to keepthem warm at night. Once it's started it can never stop, fills his heafwith a dark damp fog. In the distance is a constant cry, growing louder asthe years go by, days get longer and he starts to drunk, spews his stomachin the kitchen sink. Tells his children they should have respect, tellshis wife she's a nervous wreck. He hates his wife and he hates them all.
He hates his wife and he hates them all. Can't be bothered when it's allthe same, leave it long enough; it goes away. In the meantime stomachturns to fat. She tries to tell him but he can't have that. She's onlyjealous and she's telling lies. Standing naked in his flesh disguise. Ittook him years to get her into bed; now he's got her he just wants herdead. She wants excitement and she needs romance, all she gets is dirtyunderpants. Stupid animal that can't know why, something's wrong sosomeone has to die. The wind is blowing and the rain falls down, sends hisfamily on a trip downtown. Sees them die in a burning wreck. Sees themburn, smokes a cigarette. He hates his wife and he hates them all. Heknows he's finished but he can't stop now and he wants to end it but hecan't see how and it's all in pieces, thrown it all away. Ih, but he's notugly he just looks that way. And he wants some quiet and he needs it nowbut the scream he started's getting far too loud. He still pretends hedoes it just for now; his day will come he'll lose it all somehow. Killingtime until his ship arrives; been dead 10 years but he's still alive. Andthe time is wasted and the ship has sunk but he hasn;t noticed and he comeshome drunk. He's just dead weight he'll never leave the ground, he triesto stand but he keeps falling down. It's hard to know he doesn't count formuch. He's not a has-been; just a never-was. He hates his wife and hehates them all.
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