IN TONGUES, BRIEFLY
by Ross Sharp
1.
Tongues has two new posts at Groupthink …
“Teen Killed in Car Crash. No One Gives A Fuck”
2.
I’ve been working in offices now for 33 years and I’m fucking sick of it. Sitting on my arse day after day, shuffling bits of paper, talking to idiots on phones about idiot things that are of no importance whatsoever, the “protocol” of this, the “procedure” of that, blah blah blah.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Last night I watched “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” for the umpteenth time in my life. Hadn’t seen it for many years. I saw that film about 5 times in as many days when I was 16. A formative influence in my youth.
It encapsulated then, and it does now, my attitude to so-called “authority”, so-called “rules and regulations” that exist for no reason other than to justify the existence of small-minded shitheads who have nothing else to do with their tiny lives than invent “rules and regulations” that are pertinent only to matters of bullshit.
I think my brain chemistry went seriously batshit weird the day I turned 50 earlier this year. Drinking two bottles of wine last night probably didn’t help much, either.
I’ve had a thoroughly shit year, and the thought that’s been rattling around my head every single day of it so far is, “It’s a rigged game. A long con. You lost. Stop playing”.
This is not my life.
How did I get here?
SMELLY TONGUES 
The idea is to eat worms. A whole vat of sloppy, steaming, defecating worms. Then they’ll let you take 5 minutes to think. After that it’s back to work.
50? FIFTY!? Jesus. You are an old cunt aren’t you?