* Shoot to kill, the government troops have been ordered; shoot to kill in order to defend the citadels of capitalism. The government now has serious bloodf on its hands. Even here in Chiang Mai there is a curfew, with none of the bars or clubs open, most everything closing at 8pm. Black smoke rolled over the Tapai Gate after a group of red shirt protestors set alight a pile of tyres. There was shooting at the airport. A general had his house burnt down. Against the wild night. Against times he could never understand. Against a cruel indifference. Too depressing, James said, throw in some humour. I'm going to meet someone I know, he thought clearly, 24-hours before running into him in chance encounter the prospects of which were infinitesimally small. Come inside, the English rent boy said. I'm in there. That means there's a party going on. Baw falls asleep at the bar. The succession of sex workers grows ever more frenzied. Time stands out of mind. He doesn't know anymore. Get this, get that, get the other; there's no oblivion; but there's certainly a fair amount of fun. Walking through the dawn raids, the bodies lingering outside discos. It's alright for you, you sleep all day, you are young. I am old and I don't sleep. Ever. As if the off switch had been destroyed. Master master.
Shoot to Kill
Shoot to Kill
Shoot to Kill
* Shoot to kill, the government troops have been ordered; shoot to kill in order to defend the citadels of capitalism. The government now has serious bloodf on its hands. Even here in Chiang Mai there is a curfew, with none of the bars or clubs open, most everything closing at 8pm. Black smoke rolled over the Tapai Gate after a group of red shirt protestors set alight a pile of tyres. There was shooting at the airport. A general had his house burnt down. Against the wild night. Against times he could never understand. Against a cruel indifference. Too depressing, James said, throw in some humour. I'm going to meet someone I know, he thought clearly, 24-hours before running into him in chance encounter the prospects of which were infinitesimally small. Come inside, the English rent boy said. I'm in there. That means there's a party going on. Baw falls asleep at the bar. The succession of sex workers grows ever more frenzied. Time stands out of mind. He doesn't know anymore. Get this, get that, get the other; there's no oblivion; but there's certainly a fair amount of fun. Walking through the dawn raids, the bodies lingering outside discos. It's alright for you, you sleep all day, you are young. I am old and I don't sleep. Ever. As if the off switch had been destroyed. Master master.