Outside old men shuffled in doorways examining the contents of their pockets. In a quiet back street a paving stone suddenly split in two, an event witnessed only by a small black and white dog. The animal yelped and scuttled into an alley with its tail wrapped behind its shit-stained leg. Natural splits sunburn jets, pride marks smart bets. Strikers luck pitch backs, heap tips pit slacks.
Dressed pints demon shrinks, bread drunk dead drinks.
Stretch clubs models box, draw skin black blocks. Mallet knives boil painters, pop hearts brush fainters. Money spines organ fun, kidney bingos paper lung. The box is damaged because it's been on our shelf. Raise your hands who would like it.