NIHILIST SEEKS NOT QUITE NOTHING
Me: No bed of roses. Like waterboarding. The American way. Tooth decay. Facial imperfections. Squandered genius. Nasty reputation. Check out the thinning hair. Anti-this, anti-that, pro-not much. Morose. Morbid. Corrosive. Enemies list. Lives in the past. Megalomania. Limited palette. Horror of pets. Lapsed Catholic. Two years older than Jesus when he was crucified under Pontius Pilate, suffered, died and was buried. On the third day he rose again in fulfillment of the Scriptures to descant and yet again descant upon the supreme theme of art and song: the earth is an oyster with nothing inside it, and not to be born is the best for man. In other words, past ‘my prime’. Congenital tremor. Heart murmur. Insomnia. Vices. Nondomestic. Emotionally autistic ‘But you’re a very sweet person,’ says someone else. Maybe. ‘[Not] ugly,’ says someone else. Perhaps. Six foot four. London.
You: Knows how to read.
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