a jib crane and eventual death the caving metal roof, last century’s rust
she sat in the rickety purple train with nothing but a yellowing photograph, a bar of chocolate, and a dream.
I don’t wear a watch, I find a watch, spy on everybody, scan every wrist. Who has the time? I do, stolen, sneakily obtained by immoral means, by bending and turning my head and casually stretching to feign interest in strange black birds whispering outside the windows of monotonous chemistry classes. (when does this end?)
I will be here, my love
There’s no part 1, but if you imagine there was, it makes the entropy easier to accept.
The king of the whole world was perplexed. He had lived on obliviously through the drought, flood, and famine that ended with obesity rates soaring.
They say that news travels faster than light. This being factually incorrect, it is undeniable that news travels fast, which is why thousands of people had gathered in a football field at two pm on a Tuesday.