vagabond matrimony. is a surplus to my way of living. i have no such...
wa- wah- wait a minute... ...

he sprung from where but, was now in the presence of from. he unleashed the animosity- from his sheath. nostrils at a steam. he was quick with his girth. by the great gods of sapphire. who was this fuck of machinery? he swung and missed. i ducked.- and laid flat. with my back against the earth. he took stab at the- well mineraled soil. i rolled.- and for fuck sake. i fueled my vengeance- with great comeback.

IT IS I.. .and I AM HE!!!.... . . .......with swift decision. ( my sword ) made sweet conversation wit his flesh. ( my sword- razor tip ). made sweet conversation- to his neck. ( my sword -razor tip handle ) held me up. on bending knees. in that of a stance- still silence. when his head gave eternal roll... ...

a fountain of red crimson-blood cream. gave the prittiest- volcanoish upstream.- as the downpour of his obvious matter. on my face- gave splash. with such the splatter. I said, the OUR FATHER'S ....i was done.
© gary bell