Extasis

Fragmento de Extasis, tres relatos de Amor Químico...

I start up the chainsaw and this Sturgess cunt is screaming, but I hear other noises, and there's a banging at the door. It's the fucking Old Bill and it sounds like there's loads of them out there.

Samantha's shouting: — Keep them out, keep them fucking out, and she's trying to manipulate the chainsaw into position with her feet at the front of Sturgess, who's just fucking well beside himself, struggling against the bonds. That padlock and chain won't hold the door for long. I can't think of what to do, then I see the huge aluminium bolt-hole: fucking massive, but with no bolt. I slide my arm through it, the elbow past the join of the door and wall. I can hear some silly filth cunt's voice at a loudspeaker but I can't make out what he's saying, all I hear is the song 'Poison Arrow' blasting inside my head.

Because it's her that broke my fucking heart, cause she knew how it would turn out right from the start.

And Samantha's getting him, I can hear the searing of the saw, and the pain on my arm's fucking unbearable; this arm'll never be able to deck Lyonsy of the Millwall after this, as if it matters, and I look over to shout to Samantha: - Do the cunt, Sam! Go on, my gel! Do him! The sound of the saw changes as it rips into the flesh of the queer-beast, just below the shoulder, and blood spurts and splashes across the garage floor. I'm thinking

about the mess it's gonna leave for poor old Bal, who won't be best pleased, and that's a funny thing to think about because the saw's torn through Sturgess's flesh and it's grinding into the bone. Samantha, there on her arse, saw in her feet, ripping the screaming captive beast's limb from him ... God, she looks like she does when I'm giving her one and I hear another splintering and it's me this time, it's my fucking arm, and the pain is just so much I'm gonna black out but I'm catching Samantha's look at me as I fall and she's shouting something which I can't hear but I know what it is, 1 can see it on her lips. She's covered in his blood which is fucking well spurting everywhere but she's smiling like a little girl playing in mud and she's mouthing: I love you ... and I'm doing it back and I'm blacking out and I don't care because this is the greatest feeling in the world ... fortune's always hiding ... but I found it cause I love her and I've done it... I've looked everywhere ... the Old Bill can do what they fucking well like, it's all over now, but I don't fucking well care ... I'm forever blowing bubbles ...

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En inglés porque no lo encontre online en español y no tengo tiempo para pasarlo... me tire economía internacional y estoy disque estudiando para la habilitación U.u

Dicen que la muerte es lo que te mata, pero no,

Lo que te mata es el aburrimiento y la indiferencia.

"I need More" Iggy Pop