There is a knife that cuts the night, a voice that hacks and keens uncalled for. There is a chorus swells grotesque and dogs that circle round and sing. And on the street outside the glass all is feral, tense and lawless and at the bar inside the wild bride, the adult child, the addled soaked and simplified, the sleep-walkers, the animal. the amplified.
There is a special place in hell for you.
There is a special place in hell.
I am the consummate professional, the seasoned performer. I aim to entertain with showy licks and slick refrains with jokes and tricks and drinking games and sheer commanding presence. But to receive in full the riches with which I deign to adorn you offer up your soul in whole, cease your brawling, hold your heckles, stand in silence, open wide, prepare to travel to the other side.
There is a special place in hell for you.
There is a special place in hell.
There is a special place in hell for those who piss in the well.