Saturday, 17 November 2012


I'm sitting by the window..

No store in two weeks..

This means the only thing i have to eat with
my cup of sugarless coffee is a pack of
brown dry Bran Flakes..

It has some big writing of the front of the pack.

"Helps to improve your digestive system"

I think this means I'm going to take
a big shit tomorrow..

Should be fun!!


Staring out into a cold afternoon in New York City..

Far away in one of the opposite buildings..

I see a woman standing in front of her window.

"She doin' anythin' freaky?!"

She is an elderly woman.

"she MIGHT put a dick in her mouth.."

Possibly in her sixties or mid seventies.

"N****r..just cos' she OLD don't mean she COLD Motherfucker!!"

She looks well dressed.

"You think JOAN COLLINS don't know her way 'round a DICK!?"

Possibly someone's grandmother.

"Dog..bitches like that was CLOWNIN' n****rs in the 70's!!"

With a graceful swing of a bingo wing..

Curtains close.

"If we define our self-image in terms of what we used to look like or
in terms of what we used to be able to do and can't do now, it is a pretty
safe bet that we won't grow happier as we grow older. Sometimes, the more
we try to hold on the more grotesque and distorted life becomes." - Howard C. Cutler

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