Sep 11, 2020
Black Sailor - Noanne Gomez by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine XXIX
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Black Sailor - Noanne Gomez by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine XXIX
Hung Over Sailor
“Ughhh my head.” Tray groaned as consciousness took him and the first thing he felt was fire and pain behind his eyes, as if someone had shoved his brain full of cerelleum grenades and was detonating them by one. He rolled over on his side, his right hand trying to massage the pain away. It was then that he noticed he was naked as the day he’d been born and that he was lying on a strange yard in a dried puddle of what he assumed to be his own vomit. “Oh not again.” the red-head grunted, sitting up and feeling as if he’d aged a hundred years as every muscle protested his actions. He looked around and gave a small sigh of relief as he saw his boots. He had somehow manage to not loose those at least. Moving with all the speed of a sunbathing cat, he slipped his boots on. He eventually summoned the courage and strength to get to his feet and start walking him and his tattooed ass home. He made his way through the lanes of Shirogane , trying to piece the night together. He’d gone drinking, ran into an old friend, had some drinks and then....he grimaced. He’d blacked out. He had a faint recollection of dancing on a table while singing and then getting kicked out of the bar for peeing on a customer. That was about all he could recall though. Knowing himself, though, Tray was pretty sure those were not the worst offenses he had committed last night. As he turned a corner, he saw a couple walking by. They stared at him in disbelief as Tray waved at them weakly. “Good mornin.” Tray rasped, trying to smile but the pain in his head preventing it. “Si-sir!” exclaimed one of the shocked neighbors. “Just what are ye doing?” “Walkin’ it off.” Tray grunted in a gravely tone. “You are naked!” “No I’m not, I’m in boots.” Tray restored with an eyeroll. He kept walking, only a few streets from home. “I’m gettin’ too old for this shite.” Tray said to himself as he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. He then coughed as he chuckled. That maybe true, but he doubted that was going to stop him from doing it again. After all, you could take the sailor off a ship, but never take the drunk out of a sailor. That thought made him grin as he managed to staggered into the safety of home. He staggered through the halls until he found the locker room. He turned on the shower, slumped down on the floor, his back against the wall, and just sat there with the water running over him. He opened his mouth to let water flow into his parched mouth before he passed out.
Black Sailor - Noanne Gomez by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine XXIX
Finally!
Drunk' Russian sailor crashes massive cargo ship into South Korean bridge
Drunk’ Russian sailor crashes massive cargo ship into South Korean bridge
By Anna Hopkins | Fox News
A Russian cargo ship crashed into a bi-level bridge on the coast of South Korea while its captain was drunk, authorities said Thursday.
No injuries were caused during the bizarre crash, but sections of the Gwangan Bridge in Busan were closed for precautionary purposes. It’s not illegal to consume alcohol while aboard a ship, but it is illegal to sail a ship while…
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S.B.F. S/T 7in
written and recorded by Me and Cruz Somers
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Captain Andre just showed me who I’m going to be in 40 years.
It is time that I explore these six strings with fragile fingertips To fumble across their throats like a drunk sailor sailing the seven seas Aimlessly searching for his muse; his love Her voice Her sound Her touch He longs She is a crippling masterpiece that breaks his mind with her song Steals his breath as she empties his cancerous lungs And fills him with her symphony of stars and spaceships singing in her galaxy All for the remedy of his calloused heart And calloused are these fingertips That touch but cannot feel They need to dance upon these strings--their lovers made of steel And maybe, he will find his miss As I find my sonic bliss And maybe we will never feel more alive Than this