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minlit — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 13:26:29 +0000

The cat next-door is a superstar

The cat next-door has his very own car.

He flits about getting waited on.

One day he’s there and the next he’s gone.

I heard he won some big award.

The prize was a million miles of cord.

His face is now a household name.

He couldn’t ever have more fame.

But still, he’s wise and sees the farce

and makes a point to lick his arse.

Philosophy V: Conversations with a small child.

minlit — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 13:11:41 +0000

I don’t want you and daddy to die.

We’ll try not to.

You have to eat fresh food every day. Do you eat fresh food every day?

Yes.

Does everyone have to die?

Eventually.

I don’t want to die.

OK.

Maybe when I’m older I’ll like potatoes.

True or False?

minlit — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 12:51:04 +0000

There is no known reason to avoid travelling with a salmon.

minlit — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 12:49:35 +0000

The bottom falls out of the sky and his firewords inflame the night. In the quiet place, a smile lies waiting.

Haiku

minlit — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 09:37:54 +0000

Unsaid chokingness,

assunder on yellow lines,

a strange flower grows.

Haiku

minlit — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 03:21:50 +0000

There is irony in

shadows more beautiful than

their reality.

Tranquil Master Vs Twisted Master

minlit — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 08:04:09 +0000

Tranquil Master and Twisted Master went walking in the woods.

To be continued….

True or False

minlit — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 10:44:47 +0000

Many sufferers of murophobia are genetically predispositioned to the condition.

Haunting II

minlit — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 08:57:25 +0000

Projected. A dream. Another. You were not there, except to haunt me. You took his face, and she took hers. I can see what lingers when the dawn comes. And I can see so clearly in the night.

Haunting I

minlit — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 09:07:25 +0000

Just say you’re tired and go to bed.

Honey, I’m quite tired, I think I’ll get an early night.

There, that wasn’t so hard. Now lie down. Close your eyes and I will make you cry out in a way that you cannot categorise. It will feel like a dream. But tomorrow, you will see that it was real. Don’t forget to read the obituaries.