(A gray sky. A raging etesian wind. Sunless. A sunless gray sky. A gray sunless sky. Raging rage. Raging winds in a sunless gray sky. The legless man raging, his pushcart swaying. A meek lamb to the slaughter. Punting, the legless man raged).
He liked playing crap on the dog or ball the vicar’s jack, games he’d learned at the knee of his great-grand-dada. The slivery queue, queued shoulder to shoulder, didn’t give a bugger about childhood games, their own or anyone else’s. All they cared about was meaty soup with carrots and navy beans. When it rained, the queue, dandling, tried to out wit the rain, the idler’s caught at the back of the queue. Today was bull’s cock soup day, and bull’s cock soup was not open to barter. Each man for himself, spoons clacking, mouths slurping, bull’s cock flying every which way, the alms man sitting at his regular table sighed ‘…you’d think we was at a Christening dinner, the cunts’ll eat anything…’. The men got to work on their bull’s cock soup, Big Bill Broonzy wailing.
‘…its never to late to learn a new trick…’ said the shamble leg man. That morning Empanada del Amore watched the sky fall as she had every morning since the first sky fell.
He liked playing crap on the dog or ball the vicar’s jack, games he’d learned at the knee of his great-grand-dada. The slivery queue, queued shoulder to shoulder, didn’t give a bugger about childhood games, their own or anyone else’s. All they cared about was meaty soup with carrots and navy beans. When it rained, the queue, dandling, tried to out wit the rain, the idler’s caught at the back of the queue. Today was bull’s cock soup day, and bull’s cock soup was not open to barter. Each man for himself, spoons clacking, mouths slurping, bull’s cock flying every which way, the alms man sitting at his regular table sighed ‘…you’d think we was at a Christening dinner, the cunts’ll eat anything…’. The men got to work on their bull’s cock soup, Big Bill Broonzy wailing.
‘…its never to late to learn a new trick…’ said the shamble leg man. That morning Empanada del Amore watched the sky fall as she had every morning since the first sky fell.
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