It’s 7.30 (and counting) in the morning and I can – without any particular enthusiasm; how ridiculously easy it comes to us to take life for granted!** - report two ugly male bodies (separately), alive. We seem to have had quite a good night’s sleep, after I'd finished blogging about the Lord of the Moon, an idiot’s soul and his hellish prospects and after he'd grown tired of watching some hard-core porn, both of us using a fast wi-fi connection offered by the mobile phone belonging to that good pal because of whom*** the idiot had landed on the street in the first place.
*I'm not suggesting anything: it's such a frighteningly dynamic world
**there must be some breath-taking meaning and wisdom in that.
***well, unless you’re a Satanist, you’ll excuse my
making a long story short; otherwise: it was because of Satan in the first
place.
