The man in the hat met a man so angry that his head exploded. Just before the angry man’s head exploded the man in the hat asked the angry man why he was so angry. To which the angry man replied ‘because I can’t for the life of me make sense of this’. The man in the hat asked the angry man what this, this was. ‘All of this, this and much more’ he said. His head exploded and that was that.
The sky fell open like a battle-wound, scar-tissue and clotted-blood, a mercenary’s allsorts and gather. The man in the hat stood under the Waymart awning yawning, his eyes pressed tight into the furrow of his brow. (The sky fell open like a puff-pastry, sugary blue white blue). The sky fell in upon itself, scar-tissue, clotted-blood, a battle-wound, a mercenary’s allsorts and gather. (I have no other choice but to write; to write the anger away).
The sky fell open like a battle-wound, scar-tissue and clotted-blood, a mercenary’s allsorts and gather. The man in the hat stood under the Waymart awning yawning, his eyes pressed tight into the furrow of his brow. (The sky fell open like a puff-pastry, sugary blue white blue). The sky fell in upon itself, scar-tissue, clotted-blood, a battle-wound, a mercenary’s allsorts and gather. (I have no other choice but to write; to write the anger away).
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