Filed under: Pirate Love Ballads | Tags: Abstract Words, Blogs About Tommy, Blogs Using the Letter 'E', Cold War, Pall Malls
My cosmic vibrations were a bit too much for her. I was always knocking over coffee cups and scaring small animals/children. “The beach is lovely this time of year.” She said with Cold War brilliance exploding on her face. “Where are my Pall Malls?” I asked from dark-tinted fortifications. “Blowin’ in the wind.” She replied with pretencious intentions. “Groovy.” I then went back to my typewriter machinegun. “Chilly?” Enquiring minds wanted to know, namely my own. “Somewhat.” Came her vague response. “Excellent” Came mine.
Bat Country began to prey on my nerves as the planes flew lower and the ships drew closer. My Tommy Gun roared as she asked “When will you end the human suffering?” I thought for a minute, then said through gritted teeth “When the Life czar tells us what we’re doing here.”
Filed under: Pirate Love Ballads | Tags: Mildly Depressing, Posts About How Few People Are Reading My Posts
Hello, how are you? I’m fine, thanks. It’s come to my attention that I’m all alone. What do you expect? This is how it always goes; I start a blog, nobody vists, I stop posting. It’s not as depressing as you think. Oh well, I’ll just keep posting.
She sat, unflinching. Her rusted crown cast pointed shadows throughout my dimly lit kitchen.
“You are the rays of the sun.” I told her.
The engrained lines on her stoic face remained unchanged.
“You are the weary rivets in the Effeil Tower”
She stood and moved rigidly towards the door.
“You are the plastic bags in Traflagar Square”
She stopped and looked back, a rain-water tear in her green eye.
“You are the mural in St Peter’s Basilica”
A cold hand reached out and touched my face.
“You are the cracks in the Berlin Wall”
It slipped off slowly and she turned around once more.
“You are Buddah’s fingers in the Bamyan Valley”
She started to walk as she brushed a jumper off her bosom.
“You are the military guard in Tianamen Square.”
Her fire extinguished, she reached for the handle.
“You are the burning flag in the White House.”
I cried as my Mother of Exiles walked out the door.
Filed under: Pirate Love Ballads | Tags: (Use of Paraenthesis), Brain-Goo, Needless Alliteration, Welcome
Welcome to all the wandering webgoers. I’ve brought together all my bits of brain-goo to bring you a (hopefully) continuous stream of un-related and un-warrented letters, usually arranged into word form. Browse and enjoy.
