* The hounds of God were hunting, not just through the deeply dysfunctional past, but here, now, in the fabric of things; the final denizens of Spicy spilling out into the street after a long, drunken night, the final negotiations between the English lads and the flint eyed hard faced girls, you have a place? I don't know. I don't know. Thousand baht. Alright. Some of the boys so drunk they could barely stand; wobbling on their feet, stunned. You alright? the Thais ask, always kind, even at the end, even without money. The hounds of God were hunting; but in the coming days the net would be cast wider, and he would do things he thought he would never do. But in these fractured contempts, in a body which had ceased functioning, in a morality which knew no bounds, doing the right thing was a matter of discernment, and dancing boys, cavorting girls, it's not good it's not good they told the American woman on the internet, but he knew what went on behind closed doors. What was most surprising was the skeleton men had disappeared; not just from the edges of vision but even in plain sight; their dark sunken eye sockets, holes into the bleaker, most terrifying futures imaginable, no longer held any power.
The Hounds Of God Were Hunting
The Hounds Of God Were Hunting
The Hounds Of God Were Hunting
* The hounds of God were hunting, not just through the deeply dysfunctional past, but here, now, in the fabric of things; the final denizens of Spicy spilling out into the street after a long, drunken night, the final negotiations between the English lads and the flint eyed hard faced girls, you have a place? I don't know. I don't know. Thousand baht. Alright. Some of the boys so drunk they could barely stand; wobbling on their feet, stunned. You alright? the Thais ask, always kind, even at the end, even without money. The hounds of God were hunting; but in the coming days the net would be cast wider, and he would do things he thought he would never do. But in these fractured contempts, in a body which had ceased functioning, in a morality which knew no bounds, doing the right thing was a matter of discernment, and dancing boys, cavorting girls, it's not good it's not good they told the American woman on the internet, but he knew what went on behind closed doors. What was most surprising was the skeleton men had disappeared; not just from the edges of vision but even in plain sight; their dark sunken eye sockets, holes into the bleaker, most terrifying futures imaginable, no longer held any power.