Once had dreams. Life ate them.

Parachute did not open. The end.

An unknown woman, all blue rinse and beige mackintosh came to visit my next door neighbour the other night. She continued knock on the door long after it was apparent that no one was home and as I was attempting to enter the bosom of my dwelling she attempted to engaged me in conversation. Not wishing to be trapped in the bindings of her fiery red eyes like a night time bunny wandering foolishly along country lanes, I avoided her gaze and shut my ears to her words. Constable Cotton wandered p...

I sicked his head up from the depths of my craw. It was the eater of worlds who had been eaten and beaten by my own valedictory ritual of devastation. I was now the eater of the eater of worlds. He popped right outta my mouth and into the palm of my hand. Like a little cry baby, he foetally hugged himself, sucking his thumb and tucking his head. His barbed skeleton, revealed through the actions of my belly juices, wrapped his featureless, sightless head. The mouth hiccupped and out of the pin...