He expired almost instantly. His wish
had been to lead a full and unrelenting existence, but he had failed
almost instantly the moment he met her. She had been poison running
through his once un-poison filled veins. Rubbish he had thought, that
poison had to run through them now since that was precisely the stuff
that would cease a life from continuing to be. She was a disgusting
harpy, and had robbed him of his lust and vigour. And unquestionably
his vigorous lust. But why? Why had she failed to heed his warnings
that her meddling in the natural order of things would result only in
the actual ending of the natural order itself. He shuddered to
himself just thinking of the mesmerations she had once enticed upon
his very soul.
Not that he actually believed in the soul. Or did he? He had witnessed such magnificence in pursuit of his own self that perhaps his mind had been altered, refabricated and tea bagged into a completely unsubstantial rethinking of something that was what before came his brain.
'Silence you animal' he screamed, launching his dinner plate full force at the floral pattered wallpaper.
'Look outside Walter' she larked, untremendously pouting her face at him.
He had already. He undoubtedly would again. But he wouldn't do it this time. Not on the command of this demonic trollop.
And in a moment it was over. They had failed to come together on an understanding that would recitify what they'd semi-deliberately unrectified in the first instance. He slumped heavily in his chair, the folds of his stomach beef rolling together unceremoniously.
'Can't you imagine what this must be doing to them?' she cried.
'Bemused' Walter said, his pipe merging uncontrollably with his own face. 'Take me back from whence I came, lass'
'Satellites did this to you, Walter'
'Signal to me before I go' he responded, hair ablaze from the mystery of her smirk.
It had been fourteen years since the SS Berkhoffman had exploded. The memorial through no fault of the groundskeeper, had also exploded.
'Chance be it, that I can laminate the rook?' Percy asked, his beard being classified as Tangerine Twist on the Dulux paint colour chart.
'Walk unburdened' his tongue fell off rapidly.
He squeezed out the last of his lament. The water had been cold already when he stepped in the bath, raising questions that shook him gently into a state of mild bereavement.
'Are you picking up what I'm putting down?' Seargent Harris asked, his eyes burning green under the neon lights. 'Chances are, you already two of the same and you didn't even know it!'
'Is that two way glass?' Walter asked, his breath forming small multi-typical toes, and finding it's own way in the world.
'She knew your game from the very get go, lad' Harris pierced Walter's head hearing apparatus with his revelations.
Walter winced. A small rodent had embedded it's way into his central front cortex valve, and it wasn't coming out.
Not that he actually believed in the soul. Or did he? He had witnessed such magnificence in pursuit of his own self that perhaps his mind had been altered, refabricated and tea bagged into a completely unsubstantial rethinking of something that was what before came his brain.
'Silence you animal' he screamed, launching his dinner plate full force at the floral pattered wallpaper.
'Look outside Walter' she larked, untremendously pouting her face at him.
He had already. He undoubtedly would again. But he wouldn't do it this time. Not on the command of this demonic trollop.
And in a moment it was over. They had failed to come together on an understanding that would recitify what they'd semi-deliberately unrectified in the first instance. He slumped heavily in his chair, the folds of his stomach beef rolling together unceremoniously.
'Can't you imagine what this must be doing to them?' she cried.
'Bemused' Walter said, his pipe merging uncontrollably with his own face. 'Take me back from whence I came, lass'
'Satellites did this to you, Walter'
'Signal to me before I go' he responded, hair ablaze from the mystery of her smirk.
It had been fourteen years since the SS Berkhoffman had exploded. The memorial through no fault of the groundskeeper, had also exploded.
'Chance be it, that I can laminate the rook?' Percy asked, his beard being classified as Tangerine Twist on the Dulux paint colour chart.
'Walk unburdened' his tongue fell off rapidly.
He squeezed out the last of his lament. The water had been cold already when he stepped in the bath, raising questions that shook him gently into a state of mild bereavement.
'Are you picking up what I'm putting down?' Seargent Harris asked, his eyes burning green under the neon lights. 'Chances are, you already two of the same and you didn't even know it!'
'Is that two way glass?' Walter asked, his breath forming small multi-typical toes, and finding it's own way in the world.
'She knew your game from the very get go, lad' Harris pierced Walter's head hearing apparatus with his revelations.
Walter winced. A small rodent had embedded it's way into his central front cortex valve, and it wasn't coming out.
They are grey in appearance, his Doctor
had warned him. But on removal, you will undoubtedly notice a
changing in their tone.
Walter extruded violently from his actual face port.
'Tangerine Twist' Valerie screamed, unfurling her eyeballs to a most bemused and aroused Lord Hentercun.
He galloped hungrily into the parlour.
And yet it was all over now. A journey of most advocative innocence had been halted undoubtedly by his impulse to impale. Walter wasn't an intelligent man, but what he most certainly was, was half Velociraptor in his direction toward small, almost meaningful goals. He gestated uncontrollably. The plank had been walked, and the spoils (devoid of limbs) had been unable to follow. He rolled infinitely against the teeth of fate. The cards he had been dealt, were double sided.
'Green or blue, Walter, the choice is mine' Hentercun beamed, his lapel bursting uncontrollably through his own cheek bone.
Texas?
The slap had reverberated around the laboratory. Without his hand me downs, her chief concern would be to assist in the unsavoury ascertion of the wish. Hentercun had befriended not one but two of the children, and without his say, there would be no way to lay tarmacadum on their birthdays.
Valerie was beside herself, as was the ritual that day. All the time however, she had struggled to put away the sofa bed. Her calling of him was largely ignored. Trying times were almost undoubtedly ahead of those who had initially signed the sacrament.
'I am in your debt' Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
'He thinks he's the king of the castle' Walter quipped.
'And what does that make us!?' Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
'Riddled with fear, or so he would think. But his remiss attitude has unbuckled his own hold over his kin'.
Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
The truck was old but functioned almost on a sentient basis. Finding itself unworthy of the yard, it had chosen to annihilate all but thirteen of the Jansen children. The old tenament reeked insolently of trust. They would survive however, or they would die trying to survive. That was their pact, and the message they had chosen to write on the toilet walls of Cheltenham Henry's football themed sports toilet.
'Unfurled and unfurious, my wife is 40 today!' she loafed heinously, blood pouring by the gallon from her. This'll take more than a week to lactate.
The crowd exploded. They knew all too well the trials and trails that had so confounded Hentercun. But they would not disallow his optical advantages.
Walter heaved unapologetically, his mind a silent scrawl of penitence.
Lemon flavour had appealed to them greatly, but yellow troubled all but the staunchest of contributors. Hentercun Jnr. had mocked the infallibility of the shade almost daily but his revolution swayed genuinely on the side of ovulation. They knew the clock was ticking.
'Somebody did something' Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
'Four pints in and it's still slack'
50 was the limit but the needle continued to climb to 40. Beatrice eyed the horizon hilariously. Ten minutes more and they wouldn't have anymore chestnut stew.
'I am without offence' Walter exploded, turning gingerly on one foot.
'They won't even remember you, son' his dad whispered, slithering his fist into the shape of a swan.
'If I don't try, those kids will fall foul of the only man they thought their falling foul of could never conceivably take place' Walter cried, his face twisting into the shape of Alpha Centauri.
Peck.
Walter extruded violently from his actual face port.
'Tangerine Twist' Valerie screamed, unfurling her eyeballs to a most bemused and aroused Lord Hentercun.
He galloped hungrily into the parlour.
And yet it was all over now. A journey of most advocative innocence had been halted undoubtedly by his impulse to impale. Walter wasn't an intelligent man, but what he most certainly was, was half Velociraptor in his direction toward small, almost meaningful goals. He gestated uncontrollably. The plank had been walked, and the spoils (devoid of limbs) had been unable to follow. He rolled infinitely against the teeth of fate. The cards he had been dealt, were double sided.
'Green or blue, Walter, the choice is mine' Hentercun beamed, his lapel bursting uncontrollably through his own cheek bone.
Texas?
The slap had reverberated around the laboratory. Without his hand me downs, her chief concern would be to assist in the unsavoury ascertion of the wish. Hentercun had befriended not one but two of the children, and without his say, there would be no way to lay tarmacadum on their birthdays.
Valerie was beside herself, as was the ritual that day. All the time however, she had struggled to put away the sofa bed. Her calling of him was largely ignored. Trying times were almost undoubtedly ahead of those who had initially signed the sacrament.
'I am in your debt' Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
'He thinks he's the king of the castle' Walter quipped.
'And what does that make us!?' Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
'Riddled with fear, or so he would think. But his remiss attitude has unbuckled his own hold over his kin'.
Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
The truck was old but functioned almost on a sentient basis. Finding itself unworthy of the yard, it had chosen to annihilate all but thirteen of the Jansen children. The old tenament reeked insolently of trust. They would survive however, or they would die trying to survive. That was their pact, and the message they had chosen to write on the toilet walls of Cheltenham Henry's football themed sports toilet.
'Unfurled and unfurious, my wife is 40 today!' she loafed heinously, blood pouring by the gallon from her. This'll take more than a week to lactate.
The crowd exploded. They knew all too well the trials and trails that had so confounded Hentercun. But they would not disallow his optical advantages.
Walter heaved unapologetically, his mind a silent scrawl of penitence.
Lemon flavour had appealed to them greatly, but yellow troubled all but the staunchest of contributors. Hentercun Jnr. had mocked the infallibility of the shade almost daily but his revolution swayed genuinely on the side of ovulation. They knew the clock was ticking.
'Somebody did something' Charlie laughed, his hair an unspeakable entity in it's own.
'Four pints in and it's still slack'
50 was the limit but the needle continued to climb to 40. Beatrice eyed the horizon hilariously. Ten minutes more and they wouldn't have anymore chestnut stew.
'I am without offence' Walter exploded, turning gingerly on one foot.
'They won't even remember you, son' his dad whispered, slithering his fist into the shape of a swan.
'If I don't try, those kids will fall foul of the only man they thought their falling foul of could never conceivably take place' Walter cried, his face twisting into the shape of Alpha Centauri.
Peck.
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