Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

square yesterday. Be doing the world a favour getting rid
of another set of bloody Pan Pipes.
Could send one to the great poof? That would worry him.
Tease him about being all soul having again. He’s that far
removed from being a real vamp these days he’d
probably even like the picture of the statue. Why
couldn’t Adolf buy some beach scenes? Bit of tanned tit
might cheer the old ponce up. Don’t suppose he’d read
anything I sent him anyway. Not exactly happy families
these days.
I grab my smokes and light up. God that’s good. At least
one advantage of being on your own is no one moans
about passive smoking and all that other shite. Political
bloody correctness bollocks. Actually had a minion once
who had the nerve to comment on my habits. Said it was
bad for his health. Bloody right. So was the 2x4 I
hammered through his chest. Those were the days.
Christ, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Half decent
meal, plenty of booze, couple of cartons of fags. And my
Dru, tomorrow. All the sex I could want and then the
rest. Trouble is, I want a shag now, but some things are
worth wating for. God, I’m nearly as broody as the
bloody poof.