/lit/ - Literature

Undaunted sloshing flew over the end of the road and then I was left with nothing but mere grains of my leftover flesh and rotting tissue due to my poor beast handling; they are not beasts but the result of years of fruitful and remorseless vaunting in the industry of steel machinations and clockwork that took place over fifty years in the past century, which results were a bunch of trees that gave orange juice. "It tastes like rats!" the vexing yaps of my offspring lead my soul into disarray and I carry over the animal to the stables. "A flesh bit here and there and you'll be fine" but it's not fine; it's incredibly broken, rotten and sparse. I cannot fix it and call the doctor.

"Your vena cava is about to explode" as I lay down in my death bed and prepare for the inevitable, the meat wound is closed and my arteries exposed; blood everywhere and then the tree of life continues its cycle. The roots take place somewhere under the asphalt of the road and make effort to come out and bloom but their measly strivings are soon run over by the Thunderlord™ 5000, now with built-in air conditioner at the low low price of five grand in pre-war money. Buy now!

The rubicund riches I used to harvest when you were young and watched from the stoop are now yours to husband and lead to a happy and fulfilling life -- But was there ever any value to them? -- only between our blood it was known that these things would become longed when your grandmother soon parted without her pearl necklace.

The nerve is stricken and the five wives wake up to attend the call to arms- "a thief is in the house!" I hear my neighbor shout across the street and close my blinds so I can doze off in peace and remain unhindered in my studies so one day I can achieve a future better than that of my neighbor or his assaulter. The corrosiveness of words take place before the body and then I slam my head against the desk to know how does the woodwork feel like. "A man once held this very close to his heart because it was not of his property but of his hand; he made it with love and compassion so one it could bring the same happiness to someone far away". The stories that lay beneath my bed make me feel reckless and a sudden urge to unwind. The night sky is beautiful with its orange haze and burning cars. I still remember vividly the day the doctor came and told my mom I was gonna be a boy.

"Congratulations on your success!" I heard my boss say to me one time after I was done with what was my obligatory work. Was I supposed to be congratulated for what I was supposed to do from the very beginning? of course not and I was not being cherished for it. "The cats are hungry honey, go get some food for them at the store". I cannot recall that experience but what I DO recall was that when I came back my house was but a nuclear shelter and my cats were happy to see me after five years of not cleaning their litter box.