You'll Get Killed Chasing After Your Damned Fortune & Glory

Toxic Two - Acid Flash
(off 'Rave Generator'/'Acid Flash' 12")
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It was wild in those days and the shards had crystalline edges of unforgettable majesty, inspiring awe and wonder in equal measure across the entire field of hexagon shaped thought prints - the further one edged toward the wall, the more sick you felt; all dizzy with shock Kenneth couldn't believe the damage he'd caused and the lives he'd wrecked. It was a similar feeling to the one he would get in childhood, after deliberately destroying an item of special personal significance in a hotheaded fury - where was Keith or Geoff, in times like these? And what of Clive, who he picked up on the way to work one morning and who helped him destroy Darren, the Winter Wizard? He was always alone in moments like these. He felt like Ke Quan's character Short Round in Indiana Jones & The Temple Of Doom when it looks as though the blood Indy's been forcefed has changed him into a mindless slave whose thoughts and deeds are commandeered by the evildoers - to the very extent that he will kill Short Round himself - and Short Round pleads "Indy, I love you! Please Indy, wake up! You're my best friend!"...... all this ran through Kenneth's mind in a matter of hours while he slowly edged toward the wall, tearful and giddy, surrounded by bloodied bodies still twitching... "The problem with that analogy," Kenneth mused, "is that Indy, at the last moment and to the surprise of all, smiles and whispers to Short Round, 'It's OK, kid, I'm just pretending' whereas my present situation seems to leave no room for such a denouement." Kenneth didn't know what to do, and could not remember what happened next when questioned later that month. He can vaguely recall being picked up and carried over a shoulder, there were shouts, he could hear oathes being taken, then quiet... he also remembers the sound of engines over gunfire.... When Kenneth came round, he was clinging to a stranger riding a camel, the sun was still baking hot, they were heading toward the hospital and Kenneth was thirsty. Soon, just before nightfall, they set up camp and Kenneth began to think that now, at last, the wordless stranger who had his life in cargo would begin to reveal more about himself. He had given Kenneth a drink and muttered a few words in Gaellic, with a strong Glaswegian accent, but that was minutes after Kenneth had woken up and seemed like weeks ago now. After they had set up a crabwall and were throwing bits of plastic on the fire, smoking hash, Kenneth managed to draw the mysterious Scotsman into conversation. At one point, the stranger looked up and for a brief moment his shawl seemed to withdraw from his face as the light of the fire caught his jowels - "It's Indiana Jones!" gasped Kenneth's thoughts. "You're not Scottish!" blurted Kenneth. To which the stranger smiled and whispered, "it's OK, kid, I'm just pretending".