High cunts are a big fuckin drag when yir feeling like this, because thir too busy enjoying their high tae notice or gie a fuck about your suffering. Whereas the piss-held in the pub wants every cunt...
But ah'm hugging Janey and thinking about how much a life can change in the time it takes tae fix up.
Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror.
They don't understand the type of world we're living in now, all those menaced souls clamouring for attention and recognition.
Las convenciones siempre nos imponen su locura en los momentos menos apropiados.
The town is mobbed out with Saturday shoppers looking for Christmas bargains. You can almost breathe in the raw greed which hangs in the air like vapour. As the late afternoon darkness falls, the ligh...
Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you...
Ah remember walkin along Princes Street wi Spud, we both hate walkin along that hideous street, deadened by tourists and shoppers, the twin curse ay modern capitalism.
He feels the bleakness crawling into his skull; Franco breaths in steadily, trying to tune in all out, that pressure on your brain, eroding focus, diverting the flow of thought down old ruinous canals...
He really is a cunt ay the first order. Nae about that. The big problem is, he's a mate na aw. Whit kin ye dae?
Even as I'm shoveling up my hooter, I realize the sad truth. Coke bores me, It bores us all. We're jaded cunts, in a scene we hate, a city we hate, pretending that we're at the center of the universe,...
Ah don't hate the English. They're just wankers. We are colonised by wankers. We can't even pick a decent, vibrant, healthy culture to be colonised by. No. We're ruled by effete arseholes. What does t...
We wait and think and doubt and hate. How does it make you feel? The overwhelming feeling is rage. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Unable to be better. We feel rage. The...
This social worker lassie turns round n gies us a stroppy look. Ah jist smiles bit she looked away aw fuckin nippy likes. Disnae cost nowt tae be social. A social worker thit cannae be fuckin social;...
Are you asking me or telling me?
Ah sortay jist laugh whin some cats say that racism's an English thing and we're aw Jock Tamson's bairn up here . . . it's likesay pure shite man, gadges talkin through their erses.
When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.
We’re not human any more. We’ve slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures.
I was used to heat but this place was so dry the trees were bribing the dogs.
The renegade robots are now long dead, the metal ones rusted, the human ones bled.
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