Dear Halloween, Thanks to you, on Thursday I was able to relive the glories of my McLean self, as an indolent and insolent Saudi prince, tasting the pleasures of Western wine and Western women thanks to the black gold in my jerry-can, and on Friday reveal my true Dakar self to the outside world, as the reincarnation of Joseph Conrads damned-but-dashing Mr Kurtz, in full home-made, hand-sewn regalia. Its so much easier thanks to you, you pagan orgy extraordinaire, for men and women to reveal their true nature, to unleash the schizophrenia that lies beneath the thin veneer of social pretence, to incite the rebellion of the Id against the Superego; girls can finally dress with total impunity as slutty this or slutty that, and I can finally be Kurtz; as our illustrious ancestors, the Romans, would have said: In vino, veritas. So, Nunc est bibendum, dear Samhain! I await your return next year with bated breath. Who knows? Maybe by then I will have regained my lost humanity? Until then, I beg to remain your faithful and obedient servant, RCM (Col., Force Publique, Ret.) P.S. Selfies to follow. P.P.S. Exterminate all the brutes!
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 18:09:04 +0000
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