Looking for the Past

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Build-up

A million dead cotton mice scattered over slippery floors where a thousand hooves used to dance. Pain will be Yours once more and you will be hooked and cry for more In this place. Whales will die for their skins and oil so that no hole will be spared and no sheep left unbuggered. It’s all waiting... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Mother

She's getting angry, the frustration is killing her. She's waiting for you, an impending wave of gloop with dimpled cheeks heaving yonder. She calls to you like a rabbit being slaughtered. You're not safe here, Come prepared to be devastated, Make the most of sitting. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Back End

A Floridian Dream Once stole upon my loins. An itching, scathing redness followed me for the rest of my life. The phone stayed quiet, guilty badgers growled as they went past the window. I've been searching for The Dream again followed by the herd. Sign in to see full entry.

Empty

An empty field Filled once with dreams. No more. Memories of a tortured flock Echo across the void. An aching ghost cries Lard returns to land. Where is he? My bum hurts. Sign in to see full entry.

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