Snow, exposed then hidden again for the split second it passes the street light. I wonder if its the same snow on loop. Like some colossi's boots kicking up dust down an endless road. Right then I realised we'd never see the end of this winter in our lives.
I drag my feet through the trenches of paper work, mass graves of unsolved cases. Fruitless leads. The patches of floor that are visible are tarred sticky with years of spilt coffee. In the corner is an obelisk of forgotten CCTV tapes and spent .357 shells.
The unfaltering candle light that is the lamp post remains present at my window. Making more of an impact now and the snow seems to be giving up its assault.
For a second I swear there was a piglet in the halogen fire mouthing the words "Cunting Nonse bot".
Wednesday 23 December 2009
Tuesday 22 December 2009
Monday 21 December 2009
When it began. A warning to those who know of it.
I think it was November. Winter began to sting the air with it's frosted breath.
I was at the office, taking small pleasure in the sound of the keyboard's percussive ambience. The door opens, followed by the howl of nature. The wind had followed him and got lost in the room somewhere.
It was the first time I'd heard the words. Insignificant by themselves but together somewhat absurd. By knowing them I had no idea the impact it'd have on our lives. How our destiny's where very much apart of it. How the words 'H** M*******" would change everything. For days it haunted us. Flashes in dreams, of ham on faces.
It starts with a burning desire to know what 'it' is. My friends you should run from the very question. Allow your logic to shelter you in ignorant bliss.
He was shaken at the door, the very life blood drained from his face. After minutes of. Short. Sharp. Breathing. He uttered only two words. I wish not to repeat them and you should never disclose them to another. This is a warning. However this warning may cause an unforeseen sequella. It may put into motion the very thing that will doom us. Dissemination of those two words. Assiduously I pursued it. Not realising it's power over me was contingent on my pursuit of it.
Ergo, I did not realise I was becoming a quintessential candidate for 'it'.
He warned me not to pursue it. So I carried out my research surreptitiously. I did not heed his warning. I was audacious, diligent, persistent, unceasing and relentlessly researching it. It consumed me.
Days of pork on my face.
I sensed free falling down the bacon trail. I remained unmitigated. With all the temerity I could muster I asked my friend over coffee. Black Coffee.
What did he know? What was it?
I was at the office, taking small pleasure in the sound of the keyboard's percussive ambience. The door opens, followed by the howl of nature. The wind had followed him and got lost in the room somewhere.
It was the first time I'd heard the words. Insignificant by themselves but together somewhat absurd. By knowing them I had no idea the impact it'd have on our lives. How our destiny's where very much apart of it. How the words 'H** M*******" would change everything. For days it haunted us. Flashes in dreams, of ham on faces.
It starts with a burning desire to know what 'it' is. My friends you should run from the very question. Allow your logic to shelter you in ignorant bliss.
He was shaken at the door, the very life blood drained from his face. After minutes of. Short. Sharp. Breathing. He uttered only two words. I wish not to repeat them and you should never disclose them to another. This is a warning. However this warning may cause an unforeseen sequella. It may put into motion the very thing that will doom us. Dissemination of those two words. Assiduously I pursued it. Not realising it's power over me was contingent on my pursuit of it.
Ergo, I did not realise I was becoming a quintessential candidate for 'it'.
He warned me not to pursue it. So I carried out my research surreptitiously. I did not heed his warning. I was audacious, diligent, persistent, unceasing and relentlessly researching it. It consumed me.
Days of pork on my face.
I sensed free falling down the bacon trail. I remained unmitigated. With all the temerity I could muster I asked my friend over coffee. Black Coffee.
What did he know? What was it?
Brittany Murphy by Xenda Pernay
I WANT TO PUT YOU IN MY PANCAKE!
I WANT TO KEEP YOU IN MY PILLOW CASE!
I WANT TO RESURRECT YOU AND MAKE YOU MY ZOMBIE WIFE AND YOU COULD RECITE LINES FROM SIN CITY AND 8 MILE AND YOUR JAW BONE WOULD ROT OFF AND WE'D LAUGH AND YOU'D PUT IT BACK ON AND WE'D HAVE A HALF ZOMBIE BABY.
I WANT TO KEEP YOU IN MY PILLOW CASE!
I WANT TO RESURRECT YOU AND MAKE YOU MY ZOMBIE WIFE AND YOU COULD RECITE LINES FROM SIN CITY AND 8 MILE AND YOUR JAW BONE WOULD ROT OFF AND WE'D LAUGH AND YOU'D PUT IT BACK ON AND WE'D HAVE A HALF ZOMBIE BABY.
The other side of the meat! By Clicker Reed
I AM THE BUTCHER!
Meat. I make meat, meaty.
Meeting meat with a meat cleaver.
I greet the meat.
Could be pig feet.
Covered in sugar for the sweet treat.
You could have a meat kiesh?
I stand in a puddle of pig cocks. Soft and warm all around my toes.
Where the feet ends and the cocks begin no one knows.
Like sweat in the rain.
NICE TO MEET YOU, MEAT YOU. MEET ME NEAR THE MEAT! MEAT AND GREET!
Meat. I make meat, meaty.
Meeting meat with a meat cleaver.
I greet the meat.
Could be pig feet.
Covered in sugar for the sweet treat.
You could have a meat kiesh?
I stand in a puddle of pig cocks. Soft and warm all around my toes.
Where the feet ends and the cocks begin no one knows.
Like sweat in the rain.
NICE TO MEET YOU, MEAT YOU. MEET ME NEAR THE MEAT! MEAT AND GREET!
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