A Superman's rescue drew the innocent toward the waiting jaws of battery-housed consumption while the finger plucked scalp bleated about 6ft high lounges and ice fights that turned into glass wars and threats of assault.

"Don't stop here society's penguins are waiting for chauffeur driven ambulances like corpses in the hotels morgue".

The lights went green and the company sped away leaving the rudder to a jigsaw mind already thinking of parking on the verge overlooking the fires and lights of oil belching refineries.

"But I had my foot down"

The foot of the uninvited got the teeth of the door to release its bite and the European bikies toking up the hallway were heard to beg for the return of swastikas and toothbrush moustaches in order to climb the frame of nearby artists.

Checkerboard linoleum leapt to life and the kids united like armies of the night stamping in time to grievance.

Perched on the vinyl pedestal mouthing wishes before stars had fallen the dark half of nothing nursed an erection for all it was worth and all it would leave behind.

"Please change your mind and find me attractive"

The masked carver threatens Thursday night commercial heaven only to be persuaded that caution is indeed a wise option as a dog drags it's waste along floors tiled in the name of paving and owners lose papers of ancestry on beaches now deserted by everything but the sand that makes them a beach in the first place.

She dropped a thread against nylon clad treasures all black to touch and related the rhyme of a dog and a wife where the Panda has the last laugh.

Malibu went all icy and was consumed amid smiles and the wisdom that only eyes in the back of a head can bring.

What had the dark haired smiler wanted?

Geese journey south for cooler summers and find the season opens as soon as the drinks are swapped for shotguns and decoys.

The weekend fever reached a pitch and strutted ballet-dementia, all pas-de-deux and "How's your father"?

Style was exhumed and adopted by all near enough to know rotting flesh when they smelt it.

Teenage spirit turned 21 and got the key to the vault well before banks opened. It found spy-cameras and the waiting too much to handle and left to ride the greyhound express all the way to the grave.

"Bury me father for my life is not my own".









A lace eruption preamble took the wet-spot on panties to the car-park like an empty-handed octopus intent on energy loss of the most pleasant in nature.

"Throw a finger up yourself girl"!!
She enjoyed her snugness until the face that knew flew from the dark and winked encouragement. Embarrassed at her intimacy, and shy of the fact she lazed alone, one push had been enough and sleep welcomed her back to its bosom.

The net of communication grabbed and held long enough for hairless teenage genitals to find each other in slip-and-slide heaven.

Another German galleon unwrapped itself from a telegraph-pole it had been in wreckage with and managed to convey tired, mobileless, tardies home.

"Don't lick your lips at me unless you're prepared for reciprocation and swaps".

The wild untamed canvas didn't appreciate being derided and swung blindly before striking home. This wanton act of unexpectedness drew an expletive followed by sighs of concern and thoughts of being nursed to full recuperation at the lace held breast of checkout 12.

It was the imposition of being asked to open up and be inspected that set the fuse aflame as that well known tune burst into eardrums tone-deaf to privacy as a matter of pride.

Her freckles lit up in sequence at the fact that "Yes" she was her and "No" I wasn't him from next-door getting splinters in my dick due to the unsmooth surface of the fence holding a knot-hole on offer as a means of neighbourly by-play.

A pinky flexed a description and pride slumped a notch or two in the hunt for a warm bath and some eager tonsils.

A tattoo of hasty footsteps beats toward a flurry of unleathered pugilism illuminated by the wide eyes and gaping mouths of the general admission non-ticket holders.

A footpath gave nothing away in the full contact sport of "Catch the corpse" and soaked up more blood that it could handle thanks to the untapped features of another victim.

Hot curry and rice verballed the bird as registers ran hot.

Some big trouble in a skimpy black number doing its best to defy gravity and expose the fruits of its loins thought Mrs Naughty had been printed and photographed and was due some time in the dock.

Jim-Bob came back yet again and total-control saw sequins vie with leopard-spots for kitsch of the evening.

Burn the ring down with garbled alien life-forms mumbling about the taste of French slippers and the feel of slippered french.

I'm loose, hot and horny to the beauty in black top and sides hiding realisation with a smile and barely a pause in conversation.

The newly promoted back-shed shadow fighter jabbed a taunt and then offered a monetary challenge as to which face would look best at the end of which arm.

Behind ember eyes all vacancies were filled in triplicate with signatures for alterations.

Say "Hello" to all the bastards.

Forty minutes stole a paper and under no circumstance would carob-coated muesli have an employment section suitable for question 5, part 2, line 1 on next Fridays request for more funding.

Nylon wrapped views wiggled beneath screens and then in complete anonymity retook their place atop the legs of next months housewife winner all denuded and blurred.