*Warning*

You may have a mental disorder if these writings make any sense to you.







~ Peanut shells

As the man slid down the decaying street, darkened by his own thoughts, his toenails uncomfortably digging into his own skin, moisture condensing in his wake as he made his path through the city. He was now lost and realized this as he approached the familiar tree that blossom’s marshmallows. The man raised a toothy arm and grasped the cold fruit, he gingerly placed the marshmallow on his hairy tongue and proceeded to consume what seemed to be peanut shells, he closed his eyes and let the comfort of pain take him.


~ Quills

The young woman awoke to the sound of moisture condensing, she ran to the medicine cabinet tripping over her own toenails, she flew through the air, her gut wrenching as she fell back onto the feather mattress , the quills, out stretched and waiting were thirsty.


~ Spinless

He lay in the crowd with only a pole that would stretch to the height of the others. To this pole he entrusted his well being, it would prevent him from being trampled and attached to the end of this pole was a number, a number temporarily assigned to only this one puddle of organic material. He new what he wanted and he had to have it. The odor from these strangers feet was making him hungry. Suddenly the crowd was shuffling and stretching to see, they all turned to face the block... the auction had begun !


~ Longarm

An arm large and floating, weakened by it’s own strength the slightly visible hairs, all alive, all with their own name. The nails have been darkened by the sun, the skin has been dried by the water. The arm falls into the sky as all the hairs scream, WHY ?


~ Knife ?

He has a knife but it is not in his hand, he cannot see it but he knows he has it, and he was going to use it, but he cannot find it. Maybe I should return to my chair, he thought, I’m standing here with murder in my eyes with no means to an end, and everyone is staring waiting for it, there was even a gasp, but then a chuckle, for even they know of the knife they can see it in my pause. As he returns to his chair realizing he cannot complete the scene, he cursed aloud, WHERE DID I PUT THE KNIFE ?