Thoughts and things from my analogue writing, a notepad and pen that is. Enjoy!
Short cuts, a long way,
To a slow death,
If you looked at the dog you saw fear. If you looked at the owner, cruelty. That’s respect enough for some people.
Forget a garden – they didn’t have the care for life to keep a cactus alive, as if living in their presence was a horrific prospect best answered in the most drastic manner possible; voluntary death.
Whoosh! Another spider was sucked up by the hoover nozzle.
‘This sure is a novel party Frank. And what an entrance!’
…In more local news,
A tightrope walker died today,
When they went offline due to a broadband disconnection.
In a nutshell, there was no net.