our dreams turn us all into murderers hands bloodied – hearts bracing the alarm clock is our alibi
the Devil whispers in our earsand tell us things we want to hearwe close our eyes and nod our headas our minds are filled with dread
shadows with their siren song serenade and flatter twisted knuckles on their crooked fingers bend and beckon come closer they say listen i have something for you
Frank, a crash test dummy, sat in the front seat of the Mercedes-Benz GLS400d with his wife Pam, also crash test dummy. Behind them their two kids, Sue and Lou, twins, also crash test dummies. […]
Sonya sat in her Audi Q5 parked on the side of the road. The key in the ignition was set to accessories so she could have the seat warmer on. This function wasn’t available in […]
Lines at the supermarket are short so everyone is fine waiting for something. Those collecting the dole however are just wasting their time, waiting for something. At the end of the song she went […]
He never picked up his wet towels off the bathroom floor,
no matter how many times I asked.
He never left the toilet seat down after he used it,
no matter how many times I implored.
The other day, Barack Obama, President of the U-nited States of America, stated his support for same-sex marriage. Here is what did not happen as a result to that affirmation: The world did not stop […]
The blue tarpaulin crinkled as he lay down. Cold night air tried to bite at his bare skin but he felt nothing. He positioned himself next to her, arms almost touching. They both looked up […]
1. Dave was hot. He rolled over in bed to the sight of his wife’s face. Dolores looked like she had just run a marathon with all funds raised going to the tired and […]