Friday, 3 October 2008

Chapter Seven

Passed by the courtesan in a flash. She was on the telephone again. If I had known about the horseplay I would never have gone to see her in the first place and been spared all those sleepless nights.

I was bored so I struck up a conversation with a plain girl. She asked where I lived, but I did not so much decline as I become ambivalent, as is my type. I did not want to pretend.

The lesbian told me to fuck off. I was very glad about that. She is both an artisan and a narcissist. How much more abuse take I take!

I am going to avoid all merchants and thieves for time being. I expect some cult will call trying to get me signed up for their God.

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