Winged

With a whimsical tune that rhymes with tomorrow, the little bird that never could fly pollutes his purest instincts and dazzles an audience. The roaming thunder of clapping and stomping alike tore asunder the stage and rose to his delight. After this there was nothing that crippled his senses and the jagged corners of his wings sprung out to a full-fledged chamber.

Yesterday's Brother

Yesterday in the midst of the people on their way to work, and on their way from work, and on their way to their girlfirends, and on their away from their boyfriends; I found my brother in the corridor of the wreck of a train. I did not greet him and he did not see me, but I saw him talking to the window to our Mother's physical heart.

He was telling Mother about the women he had met on his journey, and he warned mother about the dangerous ones and the ones that had betrayed him on his quest. Of course my brother was not and would never be on a quest or a journey, but that was the idea that Mother had implemented into his head and that is how he was meant to interpret the world. Because in the end he was the centre of the world, of his world. Just like how I am the centre of my world, in my world. That is how Mother implemented the intepretation of the world I have in me, and that is how I will perceive it.

Lady

Everything that is lady-like will never like the way I like the ladies to like me. If the ladies won't come to their senses then lady's fingers will lay upon my plate so blue that only lady's toes can stroke them. So lady's fingers that are eaten by the ladies I like are something that I would recommend to strive for, even when everything is soaked up into one solid beam of salt.

apalling

Garden of Tales, rise from your naked eclipsed superior and face whatever is thrown in your way. Believe in trouble for far down a laugh’s joined pain. Collapse once here in front of me, cover everything that love desired and

pause

in our bodies torn asunder

which one

it's either this or that,
or that or this;
or both of these,
but none of that.

/Dad

“We visited an old friend of ours. Actually it was your friend and even then I’m not quite sure you see her as a friend. She’s old so we’re visiting her so that when she’s about to die she’ll remember us and help us into Heaven. When we do the same thing, I wonder who I want to remember when I die.”

First Day of Snow

“Today was the first day of snow. It occurred while I was on my way home on the train. I didn’t notice the falling as I was too preoccupied reading news that bored me, but I did. what had fallen. It was as if someone had thrown a thin coloured film over the city and I finally noticed the effects of the holiday lights. As I walked outside I realized it was still snowing but very lightly. So lightly I couldn’t see the flakes themselves but clouds that dimmed my sight and cloaked everything within it.

Though some people prefer white Christmases I prefer them black since a white Christmas means a cold one whereas a black one means a warm one.”

Sweets

"There's a certain kind of candy I really like. It's really salty on the outside which I really enjoy, but after the salt is gone it turns sweet. And even if the sweet makes me less sleepy, I don't like this candy sweet and get bored, so I spit it out through a fence into a river. But out of 6 only one made it."

the what

I never knew the roofs of the trams were so dirty.

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