Always Smiling and Arriving Late for Tea

piano keys for fingers
every touch and manipulation is a fitting tune
love induces jazz with each caress

My mind can smell the acid stench, the Plum pencil that is being systematically driven in to every man and woman's head. Sipping on dect 225 , the sound key fails to initialize.

Civil servants listen attentively to old wife's tales about adolescent sexual activity, of the blown cocks and violent intercourse, the unstoppable passion that only the fondest mothers know of.

I break the Cotes-D'armor, Chernobyl rings loudly in our ears. If you look very closely you can watch the environment melt before your eyes, you are eyes and everything you see is tainted infinitely by your communication skills.

There is a small hole in my jacket pocket. I lost unmentionable hours trying to source a distraction for the items i misplaced in the lining of it.

Hitting the gate hard his skull spills out over the railings, falling in satisfying thuds against the field floor. The cow shit is covered in blood and a grey lifeless lump of a brain slops down next to it, amusingly confirming my suspicions about this mans mental capacity in a final and re-assuring manner. I meant to kill him, it was never not my intention to ultimately rob this shallow and useless drone of his conscious existence.