
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
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Also marks the turning point in BEE's output from minimalist moralism to hyperreal satire, using fictionality to shuffle the traditional tropes of postwar American literature.
And tits and that.
( , Tue 12 Mar 2013, 8:46, 3 replies)

That word used to actually mean something. Now it apparently means "this is shit on purpose lulz".
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That's de rigueur whenever the Gothic is brought up.
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It's not 'body gothic', which is where the abject usually comes in to play.
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Mainly because I'm awkward.
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My take on it is Punter's 'Monster and Terrorist', but using constructions of the female body in connecting post-Burroughs concepts of the masculine to a postmodern reading of the vampire image. Vampirism as Burroughs addressed the concept in Naked Lunch.
Mainly because I'm a massive wanker.
( , Tue 12 Mar 2013, 17:53, closed)

The self-referential irony is amazing, and I understand it, because I'm extremely intelligent.
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