anyone would think you want to starve to death! anyone? | ok, "i" think... g, you may want to die but i don't. you need to forgive yourself for whatever you think you've done before you take me with you. | i really wish you'd snap out of it. you really shouldn't. | whatever dude. you stare at your cooked pussy while i go and grab your tool so i can get us something to eat. | hee hee. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
So there's that...
And speaking of razor blades. In "reality" they are more likely to float to the ground than fall heavily with a weighty "metal on floor" foley effect. The TV lies!
I am firmly from the disposable razor generation. I missed out on the "cut-throat razor" and "replaceable blade" eras, though, if I was so inclined (I could fashion some wedges to help myself right), I could purchase some "old timey" apparatus but I just bought the pack of ten Wilkinson Sword and some bandages and band-aids for the inevitable.
They are so thin, as they should be. I was just expecting something with a bit more ... heft? I wanted that TV "ching" when they fall to the floor.
The pack of ten is neatly presented. Each blade individually wrapped.
I test one on its own wrapper. Clean and true.
I realise how completely fucking stupid I am and proceeded to drown myself in distilled spirits, perhaps in search of my own.
Because, really, unless all dignity has been lost, one should never attempt these things whilst intoxicated.