Walls Are Useful Things

That neighbour has just banged his door. Again yet again and yet again. I, a one of superior quality, wish to beat his barking bonce against the wall of his rathole. But there’d be no grey matter to dribble down the concrete. An ugly slimy mush would not be excreted from that crumbly, crinkly, brainless brainpan. No brainbox there to squirt the grey stuff! Oh, what do I experience? A swirly-whirly precognition of a pleasurable banging of that brain that isn’t there? Do I not wish to tear it into shreds? Funny how feral thoughts burst into one’s mind. Again yet again and yet again, this superior wants to beat and bounce that barking bonce. (17 Sep 2024)