Fight Club

I'm currently reading Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, fuck it's good. Get it, read it and then somebody please try and explain to me how somebody can write something so amazing.

Agony Aunt

Dear Agony Aunt,
Five years ago I married a wonderful man named John Reginald. He is a succsseful mortician and everything anyone could ever want in a life partner, hard working, caring, attentive, handsome and also very understanding of my wish to remain a virgin until my wedding day.
Our wedding day was perfect, the sun shone and everybody said that I looked stunning in my white wedding dress, although I thought that I looked slightly pale but my husband to be forbade me from any form of fake tan as he said he likes my pale skin.
After the wedding, the photos, the meal, the speeches and a large reception we made our way to our hotel, I was both very nervous and very excited at giving myself to my husband for the first time, although what followed has left me slightly confused.
To begin with he suggested that I bathe to freshen myself up but that I should do it in ice cold water for at least ten minutes so that my skin would be freezing to the touch. When I was dry he instructed me to lie on the bed completely still and he then proceeded to have intercourse with my freezing cold lifeless body. This has continued ever since and I am beginning to wonder is this normal? and why would anybody want to do this?
Yours with worry.
Mrs. Christie

Yes - Manic Street Preachers

Whilst reading various bits online I thought that I would put some stuff I like together on here as a kind of inspiration/boredom killer.

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 't' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There's no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself.

Writing

I used to write a lot when i was a child, i remember being able to write for hours, making up stories and the only problem i ever had, although it was a big problem for me was with naming the characters. For many years I haven;t written a thing, i'd like to but there is always something else to do, or an excuse that I can think of to stop me writing, i'd like to try now but even with this as some form of verbal diarrhoea catcher my mind has now gone totally blank.

In the beginning

I don't know what this is, I just had an urge to make notes and do some writing and couldn't find any paper. Perhaps this will be better then nobody can find it can be offended with what I have written.