Status Updates From Голий ланч

ne smem ni napisati koliko sam ispao paranoičan u avionu,

a što se tiče knjige ništa mi nije jasno, iseckane priče zavisnika, mahom heroinskih, neki su pederi i ne znam

sletelo se u Marakeš i gas je jak

“Did any of you ever see Doctor Tetrazzini perform? I say perform advisedly because his operations were performances. He would start by throwing a scalpel across the room into the patient and then make his entrance like a ballet dancer. His speed was incredible: ‘I don’t give them time to die,’ he would say. Tumors put him in a frenzy of rage. ‘Fucking undisciplined cells!’ he would snarl, advancing on

El primer capítulo es incomprensible, no me ha gustado nada. Entiendo la sensación que (tal vez) quiere dar el texto, pero no me mola nada lo de leer y no enterarme qué coño pasa y por qué un jambo me está hablando de twinks trajeados.

mislim da će ovo biti moj Maroko dnevnik narednih dana

Thin, purple-blue lips cover a razor-sharp beak of black bone with which they frequently tear each other to shreds in fights over clients. These creatures secrete an addicting fluid from their erect penises which prolongs life by slowing metabolism. (In fact all longevity agents have proved addicting in exact ratio to their effectiveness in prolonging life.) Addicts of Mugwump fluid are known as Reptiles.

The Meet Café occupies one side of the Plaza, a maze of kitchens, restaurants, sleeping cubicles, perilous iron balconies and basements opening into the underground baths.
On stools covered in white satin sit naked Mugwumps sucking translucent, colored syrups through alabaster straws. Mugwumps have no liver and nourish themselves exclusively on sweets.