[ CRACKTOWN ]: 08

Tuesday

Head/Front

No way of knowing/What any man will do/

An ocean of violence/Between me and you

Head/Back

I walk down to the ocean/After waking from a nightmare/

No moon, no pale reflection/Black Mirror

Salome Kiss I

I can taste the fear/It's gonna lift me up and take me out of here/

Don't wanna fight, don't wanna die/Just wanna hear you cry

Salome Kiss II

I’m living in an age/That calls darkness light/

Though my language is dead/

Still the shapes fill my head

Restroom Series I-III

Stop now before it's too late/Been eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate/Nothing lasts forever/That's the way it's gotta be/There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea/

For me/For you/For me/It's always for you

Oh Polly. Pretty Polly. How captivating you are. How captive you are now. Your celeb-fixation and fame-lust; an OK Magazine column inch here, a commissioned Heat article there. Dinner parties with Claire Sweeney. Empty Stardom, my dear. Empty. Fucking. Stardom. A saccharine life. This is YOUR OWN lifestyle mag photoshoot, Polly. An eternal editorial on your beautiful existence. Don’t forget to smile. For this is the end.

I have to cut you and your child, you understand. You DO understand that, don’t you sweet P? I know you had a soft spot for Calum, so I promise that you will meet him before the end. My little favour to you. I know you marvelled my celebrity status at killing Eamonn Holmes when I snuck onto the Celebrity Camping tv set all that time ago, but I also know that you do love me for other reasons. It was YOU who called my agent when I was first released from the Millfleet Corrective Institute, remember? And I gave Quicklime first access to my thoughts and plans. Because it was YOU I was talking to, and you alone.

No one else would have done. Because I KNEW you before my crimes were known by the law. We had a bond already – you had come into the shop one day and bought a pair of leather boots. Size 6. I don’t think you remember that (?). I followed you for miles that day. Even right up to your flat on the Quay. Your beauty stunned me…shook me to my core. You are my angel, Polly, and I am truly sorry that I must now pluck your wings, so you can never fly from my heart again.

Abandon all hope now, for this is the end.

Leon
[Roaming WAN]