The son of an old wretched woman got jailed yesterday for farting in the public where at the same time the tension danced spirally through my bowels and I felt the disgracing element moving towards my anus. I blew it and laughed, paid a bulky bribe and got honoured (OFR).
“I don’t believe it was suicide,” she said. He agreed, then, with that knowing smile on his face, he pushed her off the cliff.
Goldilocks flew out of the house. This must be the worst B&B she had ever stayed in, lumpy beds, cold porridge and run by the oddest family.
At the local library he had been persuaded to take out a ‘talking book’. It had been wonderful to start with, but now the thing wouldn’t shut up!
Sex is a word that was, or perhaps still is without bad meaning.
Only our filfthy minds refuzes to accept this simple truth.
It’s just me and this candle and those happy assholes out there, yelling their lungs out in the cold fresh winter air. I hope next year finds me here but with another person, a joyfull Number Two in my life.
These puny humans had no idea that we happen to find them extraordinary… delicious!!
By the time they realized it though, they were already filling out our food-stores !
Insomiacs don’t have any idealistic fantasies.Dreams only happen when you sleep.