Wednesday, November 08, 2006

small skin

the smallest by far walked alongside the others. his pitch was currently hidden. in the end, posing as a friend, his would be the most malicious of a malicious bunch. cheap comedy was never far away. a gallows humour only. hollow laugh tackle. no revelation. no entertainment. the smallest kept an ego in a gold box. this cost 10 pounds. he constantly said. i used to be. now i am not. he constantly said. this box proves that. he constantly said. he was treated with disdain, but not enough. not enough for self-improvement. his friends let him down. these were his only friends. he got the ones that were left. being at the back of the queue. he walked with the others. like a rountine. he played muppet. this was promotion. he had nothing to say. he constantly said. one had to get through his narrowness. to find even less. he shrunk daily. one time he lied himself to death.

3 Comments:

Blogger Inconsequential said...

gosh....

is this random, or aimed?

strong stuff, either way.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006 7:53:00 am  
Blogger St Anthony said...

Great obsessive prose, doc.
"one time he lied himself to death" - marvellous.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006 7:54:00 am  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

Thanks both of you. Appreciated. Is 'aimed', as you say Inc. Catholic revenge.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006 8:12:00 am  

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