![]() ![]() Not for one or two but for the infinity of 7 green minutes. For the aforemaentioned span of time, M discovered the cycle virtues. Doing what exactly? What followed was a 7 minute long performance of the dialectically epileptic mum's car. It's common knowledge that elderly women dressed in tattered clothes are definite neurosis tests, so after this placebo of imbecillity passed by, M bit his verbal foreskin and went on. Now who was taking care of who? was the bastard really crazy? Was the looney really a bastard? The lately diffused aroma of neurosis in M's head blurred the vision. "Reginald?" He spoke unsurely, then continued to play the flute.īabysitting crazy dogs was never an easy thing. "I have no eyes" he wailed to himself, completely failing to draw the attention that he sought. Ha ha haheeeee.īut then for a moment he tripped on the ideas so carelessly scattered upon the table by his colleague. He laughed a sinister ortho-dontist laugh. The evil dentist lay in the undergrowth counting stars awaiting the day the kiddies teeth would turn black. Persephone un-screwed her new gleaming arm and rubbed her stump whilst pondering the delights of confectionery heaven. They enjoyed the gooey brown bars and caramel flavoured centres, they washed the sugary delight from their sticky tounges with fizzy pop and lemon sorbet. Two small children giggled whilst eating some chocolate. You can not govern the creative principle The universe is the nucleus of a cell in the atrophied muscle of a dog with mange that is lying lazily on a melting girder that had just fell on top of a dead monkey with cataracts. However, my plans- beautiful plans that they are- never seem to come about in a thourough and justful manner.īlack sulking buckets full of glorified heads and disemboweled arms fill the room and i am watching in despair by what is represented. I wish I could find the time to put forth enough thought to bring myself into an evocation. I don't know why this is, but it certainly is an appealing situation. My eyes felt as if they were being strangled by my The sound caused every muscle in my fragile body to tightenĪnd pust every vein near bursting. Of course, that's when the sirens sounded. I blew my nose again and took off my clothes the way doctors hand out prescriptions. No more picnics for the birds, they have allĪbandoned the air. Trinkets of smashedĪpples lay among the discarded blankets like dissected divas. I wouldn't have believed the picture anyway. Ill fitting sunshineĬloaked the waving grass, the wind hurtful and joyous, building, stronger, consummating. The sky was as thinly disguised as a patient, the temperature untaken. I Wandered Through An Ancient Ruin and Found A Nurse With Wound ![]()
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