scylis

there is next to nothing that can stop me from buying Crooked Little Vein as soon as it hits shelves. Not some shit tick-infested bastard who makes a half-hearted attempt at being human, lack of money, or even Bruce Lee's desecrated, maggot-ridden, tattered puppy-fucking corpse. if the Buddha himself were to appear in front of me and tell me he'd personally bring me to Nirvana if only i didn't buy the book, then the Buddha's getting a fist to the throat.

well, there is one thing, but she wouldn't do that, not with me, and isn't flexible enough, besides. that and she who is involved in the thing in question is going to be right beside me buying a copy. or violently, bloodily procuring it, should that be the case.