Thoughts to Words

The blade is drooling over the blood it has, your blood. Unperturbed by your gig of screaming, I chopped slender slices of your thumb. A minimal percentage of the deformed finger is left for you because you can suck on the fear till you graduate from my world-class school. The laptop on my desk is fully charged and I have to watch a documentary on Charles Sobhraj but you just won't shut the thumb up. You're putting ideas into my head...Sushi out of your tongue? Fuck it, I am not a fishy person. I am good, I am your expert guidance. Blabber in silence, my patience is running thin. I have done a great job on this short slideshow. Without wasting my energy put your eyes and ears on my presentation. The second slide shows the picture of a man with a burnt palm and the third one is of a woman who lost her wrist because a robber had demanded for her Apple watch. She had to pay a bomb (I mean a working wrist) for not spending her attention on his command. The following photograph is o

The plea was audible, but governments mute, environmentalists on a rally, axes had a ready to cook sally, brokers meddled with the soil, assured trees of mutual benefits. Impelled to be of service and a novice to selfishness  the forest backpacked the family, relocated to a sea, in deep water,  they were out of depth, sinking away with generations, mermaids heard no death throes. Progess leaks of slaughter and anonymous sacrifices, from a private island, a tycoon uploads a post- 'Go Green'. ©songbriti