Mix time. (Though I must fix that left hand flywire at lunch break). #smallmansyndrome #thealbumcoming
The small, trivial, but cutthroat world of workplace petty theft. #backoffstealer #buyyourown #probably #in #some #steiner #teachers #fridge #grrrrr
FlappyBird Delirium #saveme
Wolf Spider Documentary from American TV. #geethoseamericanssurearefunny #nature #intheunderwear #allupinit
Variegated in-laws scour the trenches for fresh salt, cause the wounds lust to heal with new growth. The scabbard lies empty, the blade sunk to bed. In the flesh of the weary, once bright.
He leans back in his chair and bellows drowsily for more entertainment. “I’sdon’tliketobealonelikethis”. Bark fades to a whimper as his eyes pack their bags and head south along the landscape of what’s-done-is-done. The exits to Last Chance gape like mouths of disbelief as they pass unfulfilled.
No more faux catapults into non-covetous singularity. Fake it till you make it. Not guaranteed. No returns.
The lifeboat now fills with leaked, dying like, idea like fishes. In utero styled half formed, half baked, half licked clean dishes. From his face they pour through fresh holes like a teabag. He smiles for that same iconic frame, a kind of laconic refrain, for he knows that the cuts have it won.
Submerged now and osmosis works busy to complete. Bodily fluids swapped by the highlight reel stewards. “Too short’ hark the heralds, but at what measure and of what worth? To be shorter and brighter or be longer but dull. To evacuate early, before the gulls peck and you can no longer push the button.