Thursday, 28 May 2009

my body is refusing simple commands

i am called into my master's office. my master is waiting for me. he is not happy to have waited for me.

'why did you keep me waiting?'

i curl up into a ball and sit on the table in front of my boss while i cry. i feel as though my whole life is a series of mistakes.

my master gently massages my back and tells me that he cares for me and that i am a good worker. he tells me that everyone has troubles sometimes and that i am really ok. he tells me that things aren't that bad.

my boss has chalk on his hands and he traces patterns onto my shoulders. i sob enigmatically. i am a clockwork creature.

my boss lays a row of sweets on the floor which lead into a box. i melt down onto the floor and hoover up the sweets with my mouth while my boss rides me like a surf board. i arrive in the box that has much shredded newspaper.

i live in the box for two months.


xTx said...

so THAT's where you've been...

seehisgentlehoof said...

miss you, kiddo. still a clever girl. 07904 961 307.

Crispin Best said...

hi socko
i hope everything is very alright
it's nearly summer

chris killen said...

let us do a smoking party

Chick said...

There's a lot to be said about boxes.