Monday 4th May 2015
Cigar Reality
I have heard the caged bird sing. The Pinocchio tells truths as his nose grows silently. Yellow wallpaper is torn as Merry men give to the rich and rob the poor Parrots repeat things never said while I forgot what I was going to tell you. In Pamplona the bulls are the ones being chased. [..more..]
Partisan
The barrel was smooth and clean. Or, it was clean when compared with its previous state. Although, a worn, dirty rag could only do so much by itself, and there was no cause to be passive-aggressive towards it. Dmitri sighed into his hand, half-seriously reproaching his selectively astute, inaudible, psychotropic cacophony. He reminded himself of [..more..]