PROLOGUE Woken up in the morning with a horrible hangover, not crealry understanding where im lying down or with whom I’m lying down, in my head it was incredably loud, like someone put a construction cord in my head and was fiddling with it in my brain... step by step concious was coming back to me and I started remembering last night, I was feeling shame, it was like frames from a video clip, someones faces and asses and vodka spilling from lips everywhere... light... and we are pinching someone, here we are standing on a rooftop together and shouting uncencored words... someone decided to pee from the rooftop and this made us all very happy, and we all in unison swing bottles (pretending to be pirates probably)
And here we come back to our room and continue to destroy alcoholic drinks. My friend comes out of the closet wrapped in a blanket with tiger’s skin, and he screams that he is the new year, that he is the 2010, and here we understand that in our magazine there is nothing about a tiger. We start to think what to do to include a tiger in our magazine. Someone says “let’s make photo project about a tiger hunter” like we will all be tiger hunters and will look for tigers in this magazine and posters which will flood the internet for 2 months or so, we laugh, and at last someone troughs crunched tiger blanket on the couch and makes a sexual act, and everyone, of course, is happy, some people join this act sreaming “3 sum 3 sum”, squirting this all with champagne. Remembering this all i look at a wall where in big fat letters it says “I fucked a tiger”... Crawling my way to the kitchen, where in a fridge, there is called mineral water, wich seems to me to be magical life water, the floor is covered with plastic cups and cigarette butts, fighting with stickiness which sticks to my heavy feet, i am like an icebreaker which is going to its aim... Like a captain going to a northern star... It was great I am happy that after those long days and nights we are launching our magazine, 25th of december, a good day to be born. Heavenly man will be spread on us like a sugar powder is spread on doughnuts. we are sweet.
it WINTER
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