Monday, December 17, 2012

lull, a bye

Brain, stir fried, neatly served on a crystal plate. 
In dire need of some calming, white substance and the kindly face of Mrs. Cabbageleaf. Now, Mrs C is a nice woman. The tea she serves is tepid, and slightly sweeter than normal. I like the chocolate chip cookies, though. Mouldy, but delicious.I hope this time she'll show me some more pictures, and I can interpret them my way. Maybe I could even pick some stuff up and throw them at her, while grinning smugly.
I want to sprint so badly run till my legs become like water. 
Some nights, I only accept defeat because the voices are too deafening. No words come out, there's nothing to do. 
Sir, an orange with your tea? 
A doodle a there, a doodle a here, a doodle doodle everywhere.
You can choose between an asscrack and a sunbeam in yor hand
But then, what would you really do?