They vowed they would never depart from each others company walking hand in hand right up to the gates of hell and knocking .. not a whisper knock a howling in pain knock …just knocking simply.
One with a grin and the other just waves like familiar creatures do.
they were slowly separating and it was disturbing, he did not like it one bit.
the thoughts of literal consumption had reached their crescendo a few days ago and had killed themselves. so that was out.
and the whole staring and starving thing had yet to reach it’s own conclusion.
He could just blow up the safe or bury it or fill it up with water.
No he thought.
Then you would be responsible for two separate incidents of destruction… one being his own and that would not do.
she wouldn’t mind… or would she in all her (new found) prissiness
His brain awash with maggots and gelatine.
The devils tongue was in his ear and his bastard hand resting on his shoulder.
Dead sparks and tiredness
Dead sparks and tiredness…
Cheer up purist clown
We are safe for now… are we not?
image: Ivo Saliger