SECURITY GUARD 1: See what?
SECURITY GUARD 2: Nothing...nevermind.
SECURITY GUARD1: Can you believe the weather we’re having?
SECURITY GUARD 2: Yeah, they’re saying record highs across the board.
SECURITY GUARD1: Great, I’ve already had to mow three times now this month.
SECURITY GUARD 2: Damn. Riding or push?
SECURITY GUARD1: Riding
SECURITY GUARD 2: Nice.
SECURITY GUARD1: It is. Only takes me about 10 minutes to do the whole thing.
SECURITY GUARD 2: Shit...mine takes like half an hour with a push mower…hey...hand me my coffee will ya.
"I think I'm going to quit soon."
"Because no one is going to read this."
"That seems a bit rash."
"Well I don't have any cute, witty things to say in under five sentences, so what's the point."
“I mean if you are going to be an asshole about it maybe you should quit.”
The birdman crows his coward song,and warbles for the writhing worm. He stoops and bows and cranes his neck scratches, pecks, and dies. His feathers rot and stink with age. Flies buzz about his bones.
They buried himout back somewhere, with shoveled hands and memories. His ghost now lingers in his cage like filth; caught in the fibers of the newspaper house.
Looking around at all the tiny sentences, the paragraph felt suddenly out of place.
Nimbus came to play one day,But the children saw and ran away.He was so sad that tears did flow,And they all were glad when it was snow.
Awake in the night by hot discomfort.The green eyed monster wrapping at my door, With stealthy tendrils reaching to the shore. The womb of life now mine seeks to erase. Talons, teeth, and tails; buzzing wings and roars, A living land gives birth to living lore. Oh how my prison feigns this floating fort! Flies, plague, and rot never can I forget This fertile cradle more now a casket.