Damien Galeone

Kinoshita picked up the sword; he had been waiting a long while for this confrontation with the demoness. It had all come down to this moment, one of them was going to die and the other would have Taki’s soul. As he moved toward the demoness, the room filled with a gaggle of young, beautiful girls dressed in what appeared to be sheer dinner napkins. Kinoshita struggled to maintain his composure in the presence of such flaunted nubile skin, but even the demoness shrugged at him and put down her kanabō.

Having discarded their weapons and altogether forgetting why they had wanted to destroy each other in the first place, they both took a seat in the Shinto shrine and enjoyed the phenomenal spectacle of young women in a Prague summer.

The preceding delusional fantasy is a pretty solid representation of what it’s like trying to concentrate on anything on Prague public transport in the summer. The three things Czech women do best in hot weather are be beautiful, close windows and wear very little. This means productivity gets beaten down like a Justin Bieber fan at an Anthrax concert.

In the month and a half since the weather has warmed up, I have read a total of three pages of a book (demoness) and edited 1.5 pages of the 70 pages I have to edit by next Friday. This is all complimented by journal notes such as: Bierce’s description of the boy’s mother in this case is similar to that of holy frickin’ frogballs, where is the rest of that dress and how is it possibly keeping those things in? Yay, girls! NB: Become famous asap.

I guess I’ll get some work done in the winter, for I am only a man. Besides, if a Japanese warrior and his demoness arch-enemy can’t keep their concentration during a death battle for the soul of Taki the Enforcer, then what hope do I have?

PS: It is important to note that this blog is in no way, shape or form, a complaint.