The silver cows carried on a conversation. The stars in the sky were shattered dots. No one was awake to see them. Center of sharing beneath the skin. Two brains beat back and forth. Evil is removed from every situation. Glad dogs revel. The future a cold piece of toast. Glad fathers the furtive gestures. Fat wheels on each side of a long stick. Sad woman long hair sits with sunglasses on. Foot explosion. Grocery store grumbles. Line zit on the side of yellow. I yr drown you. Motivate mother to pick up the knife wound. The big long thing stretches. I think it is called a cat in most places. Nipple the bunter on to grandiose. The shovel realizes how to be flat. Zoological barks a name. Shadows, the best kind of gesture. Smoke being spat out knows what toenail is created. Down in the factory, I always knew my name. How am I allowed to see you, prudence? You can’t even spell backwards. Sunglass avenue no me clean…Something squirts out of the deformed bird up above. Novel beginnings, the cheese of a lie. The ground is a chaos of symbols.

From Victims, a novel.