Sunday, 2 March 2014
title: i can see a star. it is in the sky. and i love it.
recently i ate a bit of crocodile and a scorpian
i saw a man selling lots of fish in plastic bags, the fish looked sad, pegged on a stick
houses 103 and 1334
words i was given by my friend;
the hippopotamus brushing his teeth
a pink muscle man crying tears into a flower, with a cherry on his head.
a massive meat cupcake.
a meat desert with a cool cactus,
a whole chicken with whipped cream.
triangle hills and shards of grass.
flies sicking up paint,
the cat castle wanting the fish.
a paino that no one is playing
the last leaf is hanging and a bright idea is growing
an empty wooden chair,
an easy to draw pengiun with a stool on its head
knife and fork up their bums,
pin on the ground.
at the end of the world the only thing left will be cockroaches and lighters.
i found two dead cockroaches under the sink