Dandom Randomness

Dandom Randomness What else will I see out of my story? I’ve seen a guy blown away. Where’s my guinea pig? In the boarded up pub in the fog. Your film is so yesterday, full of sex and violence. One foot man no boot. It’s dark when the flash bulbs go out. Frick brutality embrace toe kissing. I’ve no time for four false Gods. You gotta be real. We worship one another. You photograph roundabouts, I snap lampposts. Mailbox in desert. No, there are eight. Blonds are from tomorrow. For the price of the wind. You’re so paranoid. Have you thought it’s the company you keep? Point course correction to where? Ninjas in the dustbin lorries.