2004-05-24 - 8:44 a.m.
I got the sort of gift off of my Delicious the other day that prooves that there is no better Delicious than my Delicious for me. She came across a Gorilla. A fairly large Gorilla that sits quietly next to my bed, my body guard for bad dreams. He is around 8 inches tall and when you press a small, well hidden button on his hand, he moves his head, eye lids, eye brows and eyes around the room, he does it a few times, fairly slowly until you are almost over it, then his mouth opens up and he roars at you with all his gorillish gorillaness. Glistening white teeth bearing own at you, it's bloody scary. Such a great gift.
For legal reasons the complete documentation of my weekend at the Borgatta Casino in Atlantic City with 12 very cool guys and a bachelor cannot be replicated for your dissection.
My apologies. Highlights though.......
Despite losing everything I said I was willing to loose until I lost it, I had a marvelous weekend.
Severest shout outs to Hector and Ro who don't even read this diary, they truly shined as the sort of friends you would consider severing a finger for if they needed it.
I nearly got an affliction for Black Jack but that may have been watching all my friends win respectively 1500, 650 and 450. 25 dollars a go though, that's just a little out of my league.
still, spend to make they say. the bastards.
The afore mentioned Lesbian strip sensation was disgusting. I was so unhappy. So was everyone else.
Sinsations.com should anyone care to know for future reference. BAD BAD BAD. 2 quite lovely girls (bless their missinformed selves) and a bouncer came to our room, they proceeded (after being paid) to demand money for every single action, funny at first but after cries for "give us a twenty to do this", "We get hornier the more money we see" etc, I realised just how degraded and disgusting we were for doing it. I guess we deserved it. The saddest moment was seeing these lovely torso's (for that is all they were) covered in crumpled up 1 dollar bills as they wrythed in it begging for more. I love the female form. There is nothing finer, but to see it reduced to nothing more than a slot machine, totally depressed me.
I have three glasses of Chivas Regal left out of a whole bottle I drank. 3 hours sleep in total between friday and sunday. I tell ya, it reminded me of London days. I had a quiet hour in our room that overlooked the entire Atlantic City Casino area. At about 4 on Saturday morning, I had my headphones on, coked up to the eyeballs and swigging out of my Chivas bottle. ROCK STAR. that's me. Well apart from the Rock bit I guess.
I also, in my 23rd hour of totally innebriated state, in a dark and solemn moment on Saturday afternoon, wrote some wierd stuff on the back of a welcome letter that recites as follows....
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An imposed strict silence followed this rooms dark feel. A bright cheery world expelled by fabric pleated random for effect. Cashflows negative edge releases more realistic prose. All consumed by a delicately cut compound and a whisky thus distilled.
A man made temperature enhancing breeze machine forces unnatural dust filled etches on a casually lit wall. Yet the average eye sees none at all. Till I decide to show this filth for what it is by smearing off a swathe of dust and balling it up for visual dissection on an uncomfortable crowd.
A lack of dedication leaves these inconsistant gauges that further thought and care could have made dissapear.
12 years she stood and waited just so labor loved made her a glass blown vessel. Cracked her seal and sent her downward spiral. Her magnum opus not much less than these scribbled words on a casino's welcome letter. Yet wasted was she not.
Porl
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Yes well then.
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