If Your Not Annoying Somebody, You're Not

So This Was The Rest Of His Life. It Felt Like A Party To Which He'd Been Invited, But At An Address He Couldn't Actually Locate. Someone Must Be Having Fun At It, This Life Of His; Only, Right At The Moment, It Wasn't Him.

Oil Paints...the Look Of Licked Lips.

But Maybe Boredom Is Erotic, When Women Do It, For Men.

Where There's A Doctor It's Always A Bad Sign. Even When They Are Not Doing The Killing Themselves It Means A Death Is Close, And In That Way They Are Like Ravens Or Crows.

I Felt White, Drained Of Blood, Cared For, Purified. Peaceful.