TE16 Turkish Delight

Needlefish painted his finger- and toenails black and masturbated at least five times a day. He had bought every album of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders fromMars. At night he razored his right ankle as he listened to that enchanted music. He took the tape out of the cassettes and wound it hundreds of times around his head and then watched his black mummy-wrapped face in the mirror. His was a happy childhood, though he wasn’t happy…Zo was waiting for an answer to his question. - You know the tobacco shop on the Schüterstrasse. We’ll rob the place. The guy also happens to be a pawnbroker. There’s always some money in his register. All we have to do is go and take it. No, Koma’s family didn’t make him go hungry. To the contrary, he received a larger allowance than anyone else he knew. Money wasn’t the problem, it was that he was living two different lives. Koma at home and Koma on the streets. They weren’t like one another. He was an angel at home and not Satan on the street but God himself. He took the things he read very seriously. Rimbaud couldn’t have known that someday a boy would set fire to an abandoned two-story building on the outskirts of the city just so he could be like one of the merciless men he showered in praise. Just as no one would ever know whether anyone had been inside. A shadow fell over everything as Zo removed the beer glass from his mouth and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It was so dark inside that they weren’t able to tell from what light was throwing it. Its owner was standing just next to Koma. Koma

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