The most incompetent rEVOLution tag ever?

Doesn't exactly fill you with confidence, does it?

from an old notebook

• Black latex gloves from octopus in the bath
• Religion constructed as a personal matter: linked with morality, sexual morality
• "What sort of story?" asked the Man Of No Fixed Abode quizzically.
• What's happening to them is happening to you / If they deserve this then you deserve it too
• "Faire le nique"
• This doesn't _strictly_ need asking, in relation to the matter in hand
• I'm in the middle of a nightmare / Don't think I'm gonna wake up

Dry apples

Egnio was tall, not very handsome; his myopic eyes watered a little behind thick lenses. He dressed in well-fitting black suits, with expensive collars that were long out of fashion and conservative haircut, and so had a certain romantic beauty. We couldn’t remember ever seeing him smile. We never saw money, but assumed old blood or at least that impeccable education that now stands in for breeding. We had no reason to, neither fear nor affection nor favour, but it was hard not to do whatever he asked. I don’t know why he asked us to fake all those suicides.