i’m content to do nothing
substantial. it’s better to chew
my fingers, use a torn nail as floss
than submit to the dross of
sharing my day with you.
*
flies listen to me, are in tune with my
vibe; the mood (i’m in) to
kill descends suddenly,
& shut
the
fuck up
&
lay still lest you die.
this one fly
flew round the room
a good few times
before i drew my sword. at
that it sat still,
so i let it go.
thanks John. bit of a laugh
Like this, Mark: stay of execution.