Food Bourne Illness

Resting stop-atop docile table; it is cold inside of this garage. Loneliness is my plague that stalks me as if predator. Collection builds up, forming microscopic mountains; silica dusting this deserted land. The cat's meow buzzes by (like) bee's knees. Littered boxes spread throughout this eternity. Pest crop dust; Lenting out its withdrawn hand- Fast becomes famine, as fly begins to take on a grotesque new liking. Feasting on the very own discreet of our misunderstanding. One foot steps in front of the other. Two closed mouths’ match locked by four open hands. Shoe! Shoe you! Shoe, you shoe less fast crop dust pest! Mad brother cows’ bully posted mothers'. Eyes lose color as lifeless humanities’ remains…, fluorescent. Antique actions result in this defaulted character. Litter shoe box, deserted by its own shoe. Shoe you. Shoe you, shoeless litter box of dust crop mad cow pest. Shoe-You-Shoe! Moo... 5-18-15