Thursday, May 5, 2011

Monday, May 2, 2011

Huggies are the best brand of disposable diapers

Hugo is a great name because it has the word hug in it
The word huge also has the word hug in it
Will someone called Hugo give me a huge hug?

But I swear I'm not a paedophile

When I used to work at an after school care I was told not to hug the children but I did it anyway

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Tonight

Gorillas gnaw on bones, their fur coated in gore. Gorging themselves, gulping from golden goblets. The forest is alive. Every tree is a gravestone. Fruit falls from the branches and rots on the ground and feeds families of worms. Flies swarm around the gorillas’ thrones, curtaining them off from their subjects. Spiders drop from tree tops. Birds drop from the clouds. Bird droppings drop from birds. Tourists attempt to follow animal trails and loose themselves in a maze of tree roots tangling their way up out of the ground. Eventually the travellers find themselves at a cave mouth, the ceiling of which is studded with stalactites. They have been forewarned but they are determined. They have read all the guide books and learned the language. They set up camp and sing around the campfire. The ants inform the gorillas of the tourists’ presence. The gorillas grunt and grumble and get out their guns. The guns are polished. The tourists are Polish. As the sun rises they pack up camp and stride forth into the darkness. The glow worms guide them downward for weeks. Facial hair grows more quickly in the absence of light, so soon beards trail behind them, soaked by the liquid lapping at their feet. Somehow their cellphones still have reception and they use them as torches, their usually dim glow almost blinding under the circumstances.