End of The World ========================== Where has the world gone to? It is an empty office. Why am I now a man, a new type of man, where are the men, I am the lost-man, that has no more men. All I am to do,...
Where has the world gone to?
It is an empty office.
Why am I now a man, a new type of man, where are the men, I am the lost-man, that has no more men. All I am to do, now, is run. All I am now.
Ferrets, a cruel ferret, a stranger in a , yellow and brown, having spasmodic fits, and twitching mouth, like it wants to get into my trousers only.
Fright kept with me, it was guiding me, I was through with the office, and I cut holes to go walking through the walls, Can we leave, please? "Could you?" Could you leave that behind.
I was lost of thought.
You wanted me to mission. I am running away. You wanted me to overcome something, like your solution was mine. But you are mine, and we had to, run. I am alone. When you were learning I was learning, now I am learning this new world. Because I left both of the worlds.
I know I wanted to jail in the end. To lose her with spite. I wanted a hell to run through her. I threw her away with spite. Then, we were made to run together. Where has her world gone?
Now, I have come back, okay my dear?.
I turn the corner.
I have broken into a wall.
White wash breeze blocks and office walls, like the office, bland, thin boards and fluorescent lights above me.
State your case! It is around time to guess, night, about 2.20am...I don't have a watch.
This is an alley.
How could I get to the end of the alley?
Why is this place for me at the end of the world, this alleyway? This small capture, this one trap, high perfect walls on each side, no holes, no turns.
This is the last place, then, it looks like an office, it has tubes of bright persistent eye burning, headache light hanging over me, it has broken plastic spinners, broken plastic made-up things, to sit on, I sit nowhere. I am walking now, I am walking towards the little tree at the place where all I can see is broken. I'm waiting, breathing sharp ice, my chest lunging up and down hates me, it shows me, it makes me big here, it is an alarm signal. it dangers me. The breathing inside is noisy, stiff, but just too loud and the rhythm of it is like a rattle gun...
"I like a little!"
Banging. Dark blue in the entire place. That is what is. That is the move colour, of the whole night...One colour left, for no-one who could think, a good night for night animals. A good to time to find something to eat.
"I like a little!"
Black sharp things crashing in a symphony, exploding from the black rattle tube, lines after lines of poisonous darts, one cut me, it bit my neck. My energy cut out so quickly, and I felt dead as the dart sank like carbon monoxide, like a last breath. She did me with a hit, took all my fruity workaday readiness, cut me down to sink sick with bad blood. Licked all my quickness and made me drop at work, it was at work. I was keen and bright, and the needle hit, and I staggered, and I said, not now! I am working! Now all the stuff's taken me away! You've bitten me, and I was being brighter! So quick it took me.
I sighed, there was a woman with me in the office, and when I got frail, I sighed, and carried on with it all, only a little less able.
All the work had been completed and I just wanted to sleep, but not while I was working! I had three hours left! You pickanenne! I mean, pigama-me-me, I like to play with words, because you get giggly, so I told the workmates, a little pygmy savage has spit a dart of poison in me, I said. A pyga-me-me.
I need to carry on working, I just feel she is a little naughty deadly woman for hitting me.
It was those cigarettes.
It was like the last cigarette I took. The last time. I was weak. Like a last cigarette.
It was going to have me taken, I could feel myself collapsing. But, it wasn't the given idea at the time. All of us smoking then mean't that no more were smokers lying, then. Invincible all those beautiful smokers, agreeing about many things, all the things!! but yearning only for the next one, the cool hit, the smooth tasting, my cry in that place was a cry about physical wealth, waste and waste I said. I felt I was pathetic.
i knew it would leak all my energy away. I was sighing. I never used to know anger. I went to work.
Do you like taking everything available? You take anything offered. You take waste. I want everything you said. So, so? Take a cigarette.
No more of all the worlds, here, one blind back-street.