holiday in cambodia
roots like gnarled vomit
spew forth from the gore soaked earth
soiled glasses ground underfoot
the girls here are young
but i am careful
i see you coming from afar
hold your tiny body in my fingers
and crush you like an ant.
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cheers guys. i had a workmate who went to cambodia a few years back and encountered some pretty dark stuff there. men living in hotels (for fuck all money), hiring young girls every night (again, for no money) and drinking the place dry. its a big culture over there, or it was. tragic really.
joyti - you are bang on! he's the worst one.
Joyti
Mon 18th Apr 2016 10:38
Lynn, is he asking "whose gang you want to be in" please forgive me I couldn't resist. If I met him I would skin him alive with a potato peeler.
Lynn Hamilton
Mon 18th Apr 2016 10:13
I have visions of a British holidaymaker, filled to the brim with alcohol, stains on his shirt and leering.
Thanks Stu! ;)
thanks ray. the song just appeared on shuffle and this is what came out!
the deerhunter, what a fine film.
Exceptional, Stu. A crushing of innocence or at least its conversion into something sullied like the history therein. I was thinking of The Deer Hunter.
Ray
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Lynn Hamilton
Mon 18th Apr 2016 19:29
Joyti, You're forgiven. If there's a free t shirt and a sticker involved.... I'm in that gang! I'll bring the cheese grater.
Lynn x