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There stood our iron-fisted protagonist, wistfully clenching his glass. An ominous darkness pulsated noisely with deep, repetitive bass, lights and the maddening static of a crowd. With a quick heal-to-toe swivel of the torso, our hero obliviously doused bar, floor and self with the labour of some fine Tennessee distillery. This tall, haggard figure moved foward assurdly, pouncing in stumbles and slurs, sailing smoothly into the crowd six-sheets-to-the-wind.

Every sort of aggression slapped him in the face that night, but no sense of failure burdened his conscience; no touch of shame dare sober his confidence. And if any primate ever had the right to express himeself, for this loathesome fiend was no ordinary beast, surely it was he. For he would not cease his campaign until every female and silver-back in the room lay down their objections, he could not rest until every fiendish soul lay bare to the drumming of his cry. Jolly, charasmatic, lecherous, boastful...Glory! Sweet Glory!...sweating in virtue.





His behaviour in that environment might have seemed out of place, if only for its voracity. Dressed in once respectable clothing, now ruffled in sweat and stupification, our hero negotiated ferociously with every shape of woman in the crowd. Big ones, little ones, friendly ones, friendlier onces, those of virtue and again of vice, the willing and unwilling, the mountable and the regretable, all faced with his awkward, unintelligible prose. What he might not confer in words, he grotesquely demostrated in gestures of animalocity. Once handsome and charming in life, now again perhaps in mass intoxication, he fell into such vanity with the ease of a naturally gifted liar.



Gradually the night began to blur. A confortable haze settled over our hero's senses, quietly subdueing the dark villains of despair and remnants of an abhorrant disposition. His pride swelled into such a state of self-righteousnous, a confidence that far over-exudes the substance of his character, that no act of courage or valour seemed too great, and no dark sin or atrocity seemed to carry its weight.



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The following comments are for "The Hero"
by gab

not an easy read
but a powerful one. full of uncompromised visceral intensity and acerbic observation. impressive.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: July 4, 2007 )





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