tales said.
and he had a pair of shorts, cargo style, light crease, w/ dual string: beige chassis. he sweeped them from the corner, and burn them home under his lid. sonuc had a strict policy.
"im so FUCKING glad im getting away with it.", tales.
he seated along his roost.
he was so dipped in his own stew he felt he might boil. he did too, a little. just a little bit. he remembered the way sonny sterned, he heard it right in himself:
"When i was a young blueboy. " but then he stopped, he would always stop. "well, I wasnt." and he'd puck. "so how come you are, you little shit." and tale would always roll his eyes at this part, and sonuc would always pinch them together and then let them go snapback. "yeah yeah, alright." he'd putter.
Sonuc would always crouch then, 1/3rd. He wasnt going to go into a full lean, risk toppling, that's a fools errand and he has no time for fowl. He'd put his fingers down lean every whichway on his lower luscious. no, that just means his lips.
"tale you LAME DUCK. i remember growing into a real man twice as fast, an' without even a pinch a boyhood to gimme a kickstart. but you, look at you, y're always leaving out my bread, never put it back in place. we both know thats the single thing i hate the fucking most than buckles. " (the guy who owned the bakery had a beard that was beyond lean and it made sonuc physically ill to look at him, he had a prescription.)
"and what else" sonuc would continue, "you weed about like a little rat, always losing your shit right from your own ASS where it belongs." tale was usually washing his windows by this time, which sonuc would just shake. sonuc would hope tale would just never stop shaking, but he always got still one way or another.
sonuc would probably start talking about famous christ, as IF. tale just copped and robbered at the thought.
then was a booming sound, like a whistle way deeper. sonuc was sliding up the stairs.
tale freaked out and tried to roll the shorts up into a joint and he starting smoking away the evidence which was also the shorts,
but then he got really really stoned on drugs from the shorts.
sonuc wheeped into the haze, like a jolly old bowl.
"y'm. i know that smell. fucking you are stone RETARDED."
"OH WHAT LIKE YOU NEVER SMOKED CARGO SHORTS SONUC" tale holed.
"you little TWEED, Cargo Shorts Sonuc was my only equal in the 'Big Fight'. id fucking never."
"sonuc would you just keep your VOICE DOWN these fumes are getting me sleazy" the orangeball sneezed. he was lost.
sonuc greened, leaping about like a fucking critter. he snarled and dripped.
"SONUC WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING I CANT HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW STAND STILL" he puked
"tale TALE TALE"
"WHAT SONUC"
"things are REALLY hard tale. things are DIFFICULT. there's so much PRESSURE tale."
"oh my god sonuc theres so much pressure"
"TALE ITS LIKE THERES SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON ALL AT ONCE"
"sonuc"
"WHAT THE HELL WHERE WILL YOU EVEN BEGIN"
"sonuc sonuc sonuc sonuc sonuc sonuc"
"ok thats plenty" and sonuc snapped his bones dry, the boy washed clean.
"sonuc where is going on."
there was a man, tied lickety-tight. red strobes run ember down his curves. white pearls left crested in thinpillow-cloth. gross sock stuffed in his mouth, and also it was buckles.
sonuc voice ran down the wind like sugar sweet "do it"
tale his arm was earthquake, big-bang-brittle; teeth chatterclap to split on a dime.
"sonuc im sorry about owning cargo shorts. i know you are right they are only for hairy fathers and braggart marines. ive made my peace sonuc. lets go home."
sonuc headshake in somber with the wind itself. "th's all. th's all that is left."
tales dumbass little finger molested the trigger. he rubbed it velcro-tight and slippersweet. "sonuc i want a father."
but sonuc bit back the same.
with a shuddersquat tale spit loose the fire from his midnight grip. mountaincrack bellows through the air. eyedrops mist down his cheek one by last as he blows dust through dust. again again again with howls and hoards.
sonuc recedes back into the jungle mist, catching a ferry back to the mainlands.
with the blood on his hands crusted to a break tale scavenges the harsh realm for cocunuts and berries. for 3 years he lives as one with mother gaia, the bright of famous christ burning in his chest.
one day returning with a captured beast to his cave tale saw light again.
a chopper above spotted his dumb ass and a rescue team carried the drownedrat home.
"hey sonuc what is for dinner, may i suggest myself." tale winked.
sonuc yelled for a few hours until someone called the police.