by hiabx | May 31, 2011 | @Night
Boba Squat got off from work early and came to meet me in a dusk zone. He seemed a little bothered, somewhat grumpy. I asked him what was up but he declined to comment. “Here…” he said “Take a look at this book.” He handed me a coffee table style publication, it...
by hiabx | May 16, 2011 | @Night
In the hinterland I begin to realise that my feet are equally at home in this world and another. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to...
by hiabx | May 16, 2011 | @Night
“After I’d entered the art gallery – come cafe, my attention was quickly drawn to the flowery woman sucking my big toe. For fucks sake! Why was she sucking my bloody toe ?! How inappropriate.” Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to...
by hiabx | May 13, 2011 | @Night
*Judith Kirkland’s Little Emporium of Surreal Ephemera seemed to be doing well, located in the shade of St.Andrew’s in that fine city of Norwichsmouth. A small brass bell tinkled as I strolled through the front door and saw her beaming skeletal smile as a first point...
by hiabx | May 8, 2011 | @Night
I found myself lying in an surgical operating theatre. Looking down the length of my body I could see that I had become bones, like some excavated remains from an archeological dig spread out in order on a metallic table. How could I have reached this point? To my...
by hiabx | May 7, 2011 | @Night
My wife in the throes of passion didn’t see the view beyond her shoulder of the field mouse scurrying across the bedroom floor. Nor did she notice when later,when I cornered the rodent using a transparent tube. She probably would have screamed when the mouse shot up...
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