An unclear space of time later, he was relieving himself in a scarred porcelain urinal that reeked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a week. Yellowed plaster walls crowded round him. Sullen, gouged graffiti ranged from brutal to incomprehensible and back.
PLAISTOW GANGWITS IN YER SOUP
YOUR RAGS SUIT THEM
FUCK OFF MARKEY CUNT
MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO BROWN
EMMA SUCKED MY PRICK HERE
U SUCKED IT USELF
ZEK TIV SHIT BRING THE OMBUDSMEN
FUCK THE U.N.
PISS ON YOU TOO
MEAT THE RICH
It wasn’t always clear where one message ended and the other began. Either that or he was very drunk.
He was very drunk.
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Cititorii de cyberpunk, noir urban near-future powerful  stuff sa noteze numele asta: Richard K. Morgan. De fapt fac pariu ca o parte considerabila deja il cunosc. Altered Carbon, Broken Angels, Woken Furies, Market Forces. Morgan asta scrie fenomenal de bine. Un supersimt al actiunii rar intalnit. Si foarte cinematografic. Iar cei mai lenesi/timizi cand e vorba de citit, or sa aiba si ei parte de Morgan, partial, cand vor aparea filmele (si sunt convins ca or sa fie superhituri).
Uitasem, extrasul este din Market Forces
si zi asa, iti place morgan? discutam despre o traducere?
sigur 😉