My blood has turned languid, it claws its way through my body, reluctant, devoid of vigor and action. Sustain me it does, enrage me it does not.Read More Behind Bars
The droplet, the lucky bastard, was momentarily airborne, but as she turned a full semi-circle, it descended happily onto the other shoulder.Read More Getting Wet
As the child sang beautifully, scaling a pitch deemed higher than what was possible, the cleric had felt an unfamiliar rising of his own.Read More Black and White
We all squatted. The game was simple enough. Each one takes a card and rests his back on a rock. The rocks have absolutely no significance in the game. Once the cards have been picked, each of the players must talk with his card.Read More Nonsense
With masculine traits of the donkey,
And feminine traits of the horse,
A mule you are.
Rolling around in the mud of your own mindless imagination,
You perfect pig
Ever since hair has taken leave of you,
Sense has taken leave of your head too.