Pigeon Man
The tiny vessels dilated. Blood gushed through the warm opening. Drip. Pressure build up had caused the walls to collapse. Drip. Drip. Drip. Saturated in a dark red dye, the cotton sheet turned itself to reveal a clean white canvas on the other side. Debris littered the stream and glided towards the fall. The current increased as the hole widened. Like a hose the stream poured its thick liquid out of its system. ..
Losing his balance, he fell onto the bench. The man rolled his head towards the ancient engravings that tagged the piece of public furniture. The pigeons cooed at his beer-stench garments. Feed us! He sat up and slid his feet back to the ground. The blood had clotted by now and although he felt airy, he managed to pull his gloved hand into his pocket and sprinkled some bread. One for you, one for me! His dark grimacing eyes were locked towards a lone tree in the nearby picturesque orange backdrop. The birds fluttered their wings and arrived one at a time landing on a specified airstrip of the park. Propped up against the orange-clouded haze of the nearby streetlights he felt like a curator caring and feeding what was "his children". They gathered towards him. The congregation was assembled. His plan was in place and they prepared for the attack. .
The breeze of frost blew towards them and they returned to their strings of paradise. Nestled amongst the vibrating wires they remained taciturn. The briefing was complete. Everything was ready. This had indeed been a long night. The target had yet to arrive. We should wait. Flickering again, the lights finally terminated. His head moved towards the moon, his only source of light. A small buggy droned in the far distance trimming the edges of this concrete jungle. Slithering its way across a set of tracks was yet another, larger, beast. A carrier of potential targets. This was the last one. Like a walking crosshair, it emerged from the bellies of the night tram. Departing from flashing hazard lights, it gently directed itself towards a large monument. Standing beside a tree, it unzipped and froze. His face paled by the frosting breeze, numbed. His body infactuated with a feeling of triumph. Mission Accomplished. He signalled a huge thumbs up to his ancients as they smiled back to him from the moonlit skies above.
The target adjusted its wig and gazed up where it found beauty, something it had not seen for a long time...
Fine.
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>_< when procrastination finds you.... where do you hide?
Ippy
(My arm is sore from badminton and my voice hoarse from Karaoke. How will I work tomorrow? or later today... i never realised how late it is.... maybe that's why i called this blog pernocation... )
d^_^b
The tiny vessels dilated. Blood gushed through the warm opening. Drip. Pressure build up had caused the walls to collapse. Drip. Drip. Drip. Saturated in a dark red dye, the cotton sheet turned itself to reveal a clean white canvas on the other side. Debris littered the stream and glided towards the fall. The current increased as the hole widened. Like a hose the stream poured its thick liquid out of its system. ..
Losing his balance, he fell onto the bench. The man rolled his head towards the ancient engravings that tagged the piece of public furniture. The pigeons cooed at his beer-stench garments. Feed us! He sat up and slid his feet back to the ground. The blood had clotted by now and although he felt airy, he managed to pull his gloved hand into his pocket and sprinkled some bread. One for you, one for me! His dark grimacing eyes were locked towards a lone tree in the nearby picturesque orange backdrop. The birds fluttered their wings and arrived one at a time landing on a specified airstrip of the park. Propped up against the orange-clouded haze of the nearby streetlights he felt like a curator caring and feeding what was "his children". They gathered towards him. The congregation was assembled. His plan was in place and they prepared for the attack. .
The breeze of frost blew towards them and they returned to their strings of paradise. Nestled amongst the vibrating wires they remained taciturn. The briefing was complete. Everything was ready. This had indeed been a long night. The target had yet to arrive. We should wait. Flickering again, the lights finally terminated. His head moved towards the moon, his only source of light. A small buggy droned in the far distance trimming the edges of this concrete jungle. Slithering its way across a set of tracks was yet another, larger, beast. A carrier of potential targets. This was the last one. Like a walking crosshair, it emerged from the bellies of the night tram. Departing from flashing hazard lights, it gently directed itself towards a large monument. Standing beside a tree, it unzipped and froze. His face paled by the frosting breeze, numbed. His body infactuated with a feeling of triumph. Mission Accomplished. He signalled a huge thumbs up to his ancients as they smiled back to him from the moonlit skies above.
The target adjusted its wig and gazed up where it found beauty, something it had not seen for a long time...
Fine.
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>_< when procrastination finds you.... where do you hide?
Satisfaction. Push me until you get my Satisfaction.
His fingers ,exhausted, had dimmed its flare to produce life. He turned to his pillow for sanctuary and retired out into the night.Ippy
(My arm is sore from badminton and my voice hoarse from Karaoke. How will I work tomorrow? or later today... i never realised how late it is.... maybe that's why i called this blog pernocation... )
d^_^b
