The Etiquette of QueueingImagine, if you will, a void of dark and knotted wood, into which a man steps, quietly, dislodging some ancient membrane and alerting the powers that be.The Etiquette of Queueing in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
A flash of sensory ailment exhors him from his undergrowth, and a second stretches to eternity as his fall is broken by layers and layers of the furthest corners of the universe.
This is the story of the Bad Vibe, and all who were affected by it and the time in which its cat was skilfully spayed once too often for Good Fletchers.
A traveller in a far-off land, Good Fletchers ran for his life as wave after wave of the oncoming embodiments of his worst nightmares bit and tore at the root of his veins. Trying not to let the world be torn from its bloody backdrop, he bore on as his legs drank the last of his consciousness and vision subsided to the muddy greys of painful memory.
He found himself in Queueing, with nothing to spend and nowhere to go. Many a man did pass, and pass they all did without a second frippery or a third half-eyed w
Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End in Free Verse More Like This
Which can never be green
We walk amongst thistles
With safety edges
And in the volcano
We always see
The fire exit
Beware the midnight predators
Which have had their teeth removed
And sit in boxes by the bakery
Where poison smells like danger
And there is a sign to tell us
The sun is hot
This is the derived environment
The overdeveloped weird mass
It is the perfect world
For the proud and the dangerous
On the day that the signs fall
And the plastic fašade decays
Here's to the small boys
Who reach out
And burn their fingers on the sun.