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She was different from the other runway models in that she had hair and teeth, but none of the other normal features of a head. Her 'Seaweed Diet' book was doing hot business at the time and it was her moment, but she kept falling and spraining the same ankle.
The rent was cheap because the son of the previous tenants had murdered them there, then hung himself. In one of the cupboards we found the mother's sketchbook - a series of identical drawings of a gas fired heater.
Spends hours in the shower. Does yours do that? – Yeah. Think there all the same. The time they take to do their hair! – And I hate the way he stereotypes all us women. – Yeah I know what you mean, mine’s like that. They all treat us like possessions
“We’ll keep it up till you tell us how you regenerate!” He smashed his baton into the creature’s face, watching as it reformed instantly.
The Xorx siphoned off another delightful draught of the man’s hatred, fear and anger, converting it to energy and readying itself for the next delicious blow.
XC
Hollow tree, your empty echo, honeybees buzzing, throbbing earth beneath my feet;
the whine as the saw blade descends; I would breathe life into your veins, return your fiery gifts. Hollow tree, so unaware, undone. Days later, the smell of campfire smoke in my sweater reminds me of you.
I said goodbye to all of my neighbors, my parents and family, my friends and foes alike. I set off for an adventure, to explore the unexplorable. In doubt I stand at the fringe of my hometown, my heart is filled with awe and fright, for I must return because I forgot my favourite pair of socks.
He swallowed it without thinking suddenly and immediately felt it wriggling around in his stomach. Several hours later, she came in and found him sitting in the dark, the only sound a peculiarly high-pitched gurgling. 'I think I may have done something a bit stupid', he said.
Two days gone. I want to blame him, but wasn’t there. Dementia means I cannot blame him now for something he cannot identify with. But at the time, wasn’t he responsible? Enhanced libido was not an excuse. Short term memory loss is his excuse now. Still want to blame him.
I heard about death today. It came at a speed in excess of 30mph. It whisked a life away. No time to say farewell. Now that other half is no more. I cannot imagine how you must feel. You both came from singularity. Now one of you is gone.
Smitten at last with synaesthesia, she went to North Africa to see new languages and smell the greens and pinks of sheets hung out beside dry sounding plaster walls. One morning she tasted Rimbaud's ghost, a multitude of sweet, hot, acrid flavours with the sad texture of alphabet soup.
"I'm gonna build a really tall statue. A monument."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Because you're not an architect. Because you're broke. Because nobody cares."
"Shut up. It's my lifelong dream."
"I bet you just made it up now."
"So what if I did?"
"You're an idiot."
"It's gonna be Bob Saget."
Nice. Who's Bob Saget?
scratch that. I googled it.
“I never saw you do that before.”
“Really? I do it all the time.”
“Funny.”
“Funny?”
“Yes. Two years and that’s the first time I noticed it.”
He looked at her, seeing her in a new light; somehow increased by being stripped of another layer. People are such strange onions.
The librarian picked it from its hiding place. "This is the one for you" she said. "But I didn't order it." I replied. "Of course not". She smiled strangely. "These things are always ordered for us. Its in your fingertips, your eyes. There’s no escaping the book destined for you”.