Dench
I know
it's wrong in seeing beauty in dark things. How serenely stunning the mighty
Gustloff looks on her side, sinking. Black Baltic night.
How
prettily disfigured is a soldier's face after an illegal explosive bullet
connects. One eye function.
See the
biker wrapped round the left rear tractor wheel, under the mudguard. Nice fit.
What the hell?
Hell on
earth. Oxygen and a spark in a space capsule, French fry time. Give them a
nitrogen air mix to breathe. Space cadet dead time.
You
wanna die? I know a good spot by Uppermill railway tracks. Hide in the bushes
and jump on the rails when a train comes. Maybe you're the train driver's third
suicide. Can't stop the train or a rear end smash. Next train is five minutes
behind. Warm brother style, close.
Nice
day sailing. You're rich and an April boy. More cash then sense. When your mast
snaps and you're stranded at sea, just think: where's you're radio? Ashore with
your bloody brain! You starve to death, seagull food.
So much
fun, moving vehicles and darkness.
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