Pharaohs Gentleman's Club

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  Rorschach's Journal. November 12th, 2009.
  
  Entered club at urging of friends. Payed to enter. Payed $10 for a beer. Payed again. Urged to pay for more beer. Asked to pay for shots. Could not pay with soul - cash only. Payed with cash and dignity.
  
  Stink of sin and filth overwhelming. I have seen the true face of manhood this night.
  
  Foul, soulless exploitation. Drunken men drowning in a pool of their own vomit and sin. It is not my duty. Cannot save these men from this idiocy. Let the lechers cash in. Let them profit from misogyny and despair.
  
  Empty. Shells of men. Alone with their fellow criminals and whores.
  
  Blake understood. Humans are savage in nature. No matter how much you try to disguise it or try to dress it up.
  
  Joke. I heard joke once. Man goes to doctor, says he's depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says treatment is simple. "The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. "But doctor," he says. "I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
  
  Only the Dark Lord can judge them now.

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  Posted on 05.08.13 John Z.

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