Ice Cream Factory

Tails

Lanky bat half time want pale shutter playdoh mind. Wanton goad sprocket taiwanese, parabolic knee hunt dipper frost bank. Welcome tan modus alkali hips of punching shoe-shine rattle turks. Mit vitamin sea wit frost, mould the hamper showcase into cold blag window graft tongues. Brujulas ejaculate halve cans, spam wiping gargantuan robin plaque. A wing towel metamorphic shoebox spindles cracks onto lonely a rosette moley-man 1940's ice cream parable. If skank black upper feta mahmoud 180 gram pit borstal. Sauce flat tyre lampshade shreds perspiration and ode to self three legged racial abuse. 

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height

At night i sleep in a locked cocoon, bounded by darkness and nose to the tip of a seven story industrial building. Over the snow, through the courtyard, past the neighbors of low watt hovering mechanics, calls to allah and above the moist, red leather punch bags of a tai kwon do gym. Throughout the day, i tune into the shin slaps, church bells, the swinging meat carvery, abatoir callouts and at night, watch the ceiling lower itself to a tent, inches above my face and mind. There i am, dreaming of sea and aniseed as the window whistles in black paper wind, tapping the canvas and smothering a city into a carnival of sensory guess work.

I lie half awake in warmth and pull composed by the misunderstanding of the dimensions around me. A couple of feet a couple of feet away from a drop, that's where i'm resting. I doubt you would walk this close to the edge on the outside of a tall building but rest assured, i am in no danger here. No one in the building is as high above and as safe as i am.

Not in this bed but in others that i too have called home, i have dreamt about standing so tall that my legs entangle and my lungs no longer contain a single breath of logic. I tip toe and sway the 60 plus shuffle, flapping my arms like a drunk vicar, resting vaseline cracked hands onto the crowns of sober choir boys until the first match in the abyss is struck and naturally, i am usurped through the mouth, my compass spinning a roulette and gambling me to the edge.

living for the weekend

Job title       Cleaner LEP                      LGS/10035

Location     LEVENSHULME manchester

Hours          3.45-6.15AM, MON-FRI

Wage           Unlimited toilet roll, chocolate bars, essential tunes, block busters, stir fry sauces, compilation packages, potential package holidays, bus stops, free public services, great radio, open mic nights, free weekend text messages, chilled beverages, best sellers. PRO RATA.

Work           Nights

Pattern

Pension      Pension available              Duration       PERMANENT ONLY 

skaters

I think i am lying down, 12 inches of back burnt and salivating on sand, finely cut and crystal sea gag as it hits my throat. And i look up through pin hole eyes at the miles of liquid, weightless and cool, i look up and see nothing but grids of sun, waving their arms to me, slowly, left to right. Turquoise and blood red, my ears are catching the bent notes of forged religions bowing in unison and smell the singed hair and bubblegum pop. Notice my clothes; i am fully submerged and unsupported. On evenings darker than this, i have pressed up against the loneliest crowds of squirming cowards, wrapped my forehead in pamphlets and brochures and dawn wept down the phone of jammed dating hotlines.