Watching from my window

The village goth walked down the street, her black heels in hygiene shoe covers. The parade carried on down the hill till the kids got hold of rifles, a massacre unfolded gunshots and screaming people. The kids shot each other in jest, they aimed at the fields of sheep and giant rats and killed them all. A new landscape was sculpted with bodies and rivers of blood. A deep grey cloud hung over catching the death in the air.

He rides his Harley to the bakery

Who gives a hoot what I do at night as long as I stay quiet. Incandescent buzzing eyes and twisting neck, I'm preying on the easy targets.

Ear Mate

A burger and a coffin

I chose a window seat , the sun shines in on the crimson faux leather seats. A tacky metal bedside lamp hunched over the edge of my table. Two business men walk in and request the table behind me, they order French toast and Coca-Cola to wash it down.

Sex Spy

I could be a spy, a sex spy, out of work and who takes pleasure in drinking red wine and drawing the royal family. By day I spend my time talking to middle aged men, eating Thai food and reading abandoned newspapers. By night I spend my time talking to middle aged men, eating chocolate and drinking alcohol.

No Duchy Original

A Man

He walked upto me handed me his empty glass and showed me his phone, it read 'Dont be worry about wearing your glasses' . I nervously laughed and replied "I'm not", he nodded and walked out the door.

Cats and Owls

Long Mornings and Short days

Delaying the rising of the blind to sit in soft set shadows my mind wanders as I fall back into fantasy, clear ink drawings scroll across my eyes along with flash backs of haunting dreams. My stomach falls in below my ribs and hips as I stretch my arms against the wall, memories of past passionate lovers fill my head. This is definitely going to be a long lie in.

Get in line

A queue to get into the cemetery.

Ginger Beer

A Aphrodisiac, drink with caution.

Shopping List: Milk,bread,salad,pipe

I stroked my ruby beard thinking of a simpler time. I scratched myself as I reached for the remote, mindless shows of mindless people plagued the televison screen. Do I sit here all night or wander out into the streets of London? Bells rang outside my window and the setting sun shone a golden light onto the streets, maybe Londons streets are paved with gold? I should go out to find my very own Mary Ann, I think we could start something really special tonight.

On my way back home

A crippled rat on crutches held me by my throat choking me, he barked 'YOU!' . I cried out for him to stop and tried to edge away scraping my bare heels against the rough block pavement. I looked into his eyes, they reflected a memory I had tried to forget; I had killed his daughter. I begged for forgiveness, explaining the life changing choices I had been given. It was kill or be killed. 'Look Mister, take my Wotsits and collection of Kinder Tiny Terrapins, I will flee this land so you will never have to see my murderess face again'. The once furious sewer rats eyes softened as his looked at the awesome tiny terrapins ' Go, go you monster!'

Thursday, I think

I awoke in a daze, my feet pulsing with pins and needles I reached for my Fanta Lemon and swallowed the remains, only to discover the flegga I'd spat in there the night before. I could tell this is going to be a good day. After using the last of the toilet roll and not replacing it for my hormonal Thai housemate I got showered and put on the clothes from the night before. Today is pay day I'm not sure what I should spend my hard earned wages on, I know I should buy food to see me though the next week but I could just spend it on crack. If I get really hungry I can always go down the hospital, I have friends there and they always give me mint stuff like pudding and IV drips. Anyway I cant spend all day on here when I've got money in my pocket.