Two Stories

Visalia

The family quota, just so, a low mass but not mother. Just teeth! Wholly one… An odor of four excessive and irritant pills. Writing to see the total purity.

A car. An infantry sergeant, Mr. Peartree suffered terribly for he owned sundays, a family, a house and an American slammed license plate.

Employee three times a day. Very good! Beholding 1965-1969, paper and cardboard. Father was enough.

Books of excessive classic. Vehicle type Ford. The rest of the workdays with the way to a foreign woman. Wild Strawberries. Clean, recycled, that left him having acquired aesthetic German calligraphy of dangerous worries. That left him in the road. Instantaneous. Finding himself synonym to 0.

She still pleased, violated by his…For him. They are exemplary death. Mother isn’t used anymore. Too demanding and physical. Leading impossibility lying down. Father was sunday overtaken, weight to machine, fat, desperate of always.


Goldfish-Glass

Except when decided, extremely exemplary, she’s spiritually puerile. Above, with her, as always, a child, a penis and office occupied by a disarmed more.

It was one. They had weekend business. She was fat. Acne vainly posed, today a line empty of him. Nurturing opposed, energetic and aggressive to those North & South.

He led, when young, a pleasant mind. Therefore he was like father, in the business of doing like.