Friday, 8 April 2011

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Saturday, 19 February 2011

lament of tall paul

Tall Paul hated waiting at the bus stop.
Charlings laughed at him one day and ever since he just felt uncomfortable.
To top things off, as he fiddled with his music player, his hat just fell off.The first time Charlings had laughed at him was during a clumsy hat situation like this,
understandably, Tall Paul was not about to walk into it this time.
He stretched out his leg and tried to kick the hat up onto his head there.
No such luck.
The hat just flipped up as far as his bully hole and plocked back to the ground.

It was Tuesday.

four years to the minute

since Charlings had set foot on that path to her house.
He never missed his mark, and he was always on time.
They never suspected, both of his wives, and they didn't seem to mind.
'I'm such a charmer' thought Charlings
'These eejits haven't got a clue'

... I sense a tale of retribution is at hand ... or afoot.
whatever.

Monday, 14 February 2011

four years had past


... and Charlings had done his duty.

hamstropolis prisoner

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