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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Girl with the Turkey Laugh (aros 8)

Petite, toned body. So drunk she can hardly stand up. A laugh like a pregnant turkey. She has no idea what a mess she looks. Projecting coolness like... you know, like... ah shit...

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Community Service (aros 7)

The siren goes. The waiter puts down his pad and takes off his apron. Two men running across the road, tearing off green supermarket shirts as they go. The schoolmaster rolls up on his bike. Here's the postman, the real estate agent,  the builder.  City folk, holiday-makers, stand and stare, open mouthed, as the fire engine emerges. This is community service.

Blue Cheese (aros 6)



 
                                                        




                                                      
                                               if the moon
                                               really was made of cheese
                                               it'd be blue
                                                        
                                               dark craters that smell of decay





Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Monday, January 3, 2011

Croquet (aros 4)

Way down there there's a hoop. Small and very narrow. This ball... this red ball that's my ball... it'll never reach it, will it?