Wednesday, 25 March 2009

oh woe

the small beetle is crawling over the foot of the man.

the man shrugs his shoulders and puts on a mask. the mask is like the face of a beetle. the man hisses with powerful anger. the beetle on the man's foot hisses with powerful anger.

the man is the father of the beetle . he is scuttling around on his belly, scuffing his clothes and dirtying his face.

ding dong door bell. no more make believe for the man, his delivery is here. he scuttles to the door and slowly pulls himself up to maximum height. it looks like his head is being pulled upwards by a silver thread.

his dinner is there.
a plate of chicken and pies.
the food turns into a mass of maggots in front of his eyes.


sam pink said...

gonna kill you sucka

An Unreliable Witness said...

Sometimes, one's only friend is the beetle.

So much so, that you start to pretend it's a close member of your family.

Matt DeBenedictis said...

This is nice. I like nice.