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Read the damn last line. DUDE! I need to write more.

The Rock Of Cathcart Zen: “

‘Get this gutless shit out of my ears,’ Cathcart Zen growled, smashing the radio with a roasted horse leg.

‘But it’s popular,’ whined Metz, the chef.

‘So’s anal sex with schoolgirls. Doesn’t mean I have to listen to it while I eat. Fucking hippies and Seventies queens everywhere. In 1967 John Cale and I would drink a bathtub full of whisky and meth — each — and then go out into Manhattan, hunt hippies, and open up umbrellas in their cocks. This worthless, polite fucking noise offends me. Rock and roll is about sex and anger and declaring that you are alive, not making your fucking grandmother smile while she knits condoms with the Pope’s face on the side. It’s the hymns for the church of booze and pills and cigarettes and orgasms I’m talking about, not some walking colostomy bag in a bad hat singing through his nose about how he’s a waste of a good womb. It’s about being an epic fucking human being. This is why I went into cryogenic hibernation for part of the Seventies, I tell you. They didn’t mention Dean Friedman in Revelations, but I tell you he was on the fucking list right after the seas turn to blood. I was stored under David Bowie’s studio in Berlin. If I’d known Brian Eno would win and everything would sound like it’d been pre-monged for playing in the fucking elevator at Macy’s I would’ve kicked open the hatch, dug up through the floor and gnawed the bastard’s throat out when I had the chance. Did you hear that shit on the radio? I mean, really hear it? Anyone would think Elton John was still alive.’

‘Um… Elton John is still alive.’

‘Fuck! ’ yelled Cathcart Zen. ‘Bring my tank out to the front of the house! There’s WORK to be done!’

(c) Warren Ellis 2005 – originally presented in my livejournal. There were five Cathcart Zen pieces — I needed to get a certain shouty voice out of my system.

(Via Warrenellis.com.)

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