3585. WIRED FOR THE BIG BLAST

WIRED FOR THE BIG BLAST

(Richard Harris, 1984)

"[I can never be alone : my head is crowded,

shit, my brain is crowded like a bedroom. I'm

surrounded. I am wired for the big blast as well,

and anytime. Bring it on. All this bravado! I am

a sexual timebomb. I am always ticking. I am

looking back at nothing. My huge stick is

in your hands. Because, you know, brass

is very delicate, be careful. Brass beads,

these tiny little things. Every girl I have

here has the patience of a lamb. 

Though we've never touseled,

I sure wish we can.

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This Richard Harris gadfly talk is quoted

word for word, in all his fucking strife I quote. 

Yes, yes, you know, and I was there. I really 

anyway do think he was crazy. Hey, can I get

another drink here, scotch, straight up? A

tumbler, again. Speaking of which, Dick Harris 

again, he says 'my son's cock is much bigger 

than mine  -  the girls are already starting to 

mob the young fucker! I rented a big, 

transatlantic jet for the weekend; 

8,000 pounds for all of us aboard.'

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'All my pals, bare naked. Screwing,

drinking, smoking weed; going to be

quite a trip across the fucking ocean.

Literally. Fun to see too  -  you know who,

a colorful Irish bar owner and a NY

radio/TV personality most of us know,

running around with their tiny little things

on, a quarter the size of my 16-year old

son's! Ooh-wee! I can't wait! Running

down the ramp at landing, laughing

my fool ass off!']'