stare. pause. puke. if i can help it, i'll drown myself in this.
with the things, people say. i'd say. i'm glad this happened.
uuuuunnngggghhhhh. haahahahahahaha. aaaaaaaaahahaha.
eheheheeeehehehe. waste of words. waste of blood.
rather spit on you. than eat the dead. destroy it. devour.
coattails of the retro-hip. build your own. personality kit.
individual serving. supplies running low. tres cool. you said.
a pointless means. to a pointless end. pissed only on yourself.
glazed over. slack jawed. in a gathering pool of waste fluids.
the host of maggots. chew. chew. chew. digest.
with the things, people say. i'd say. i'm glad this happened.
uuuuunnngggghhhhh. haahahahahahaha. aaaaaaaaahahaha.
eheheheeeehehehe. waste of words. waste of blood.
rather spit on you. than eat the dead. destroy it. devour.
coattails of the retro-hip. build your own. personality kit.
individual serving. supplies running low. tres cool. you said.
a pointless means. to a pointless end. pissed only on yourself.
glazed over. slack jawed. in a gathering pool of waste fluids.
the host of maggots. chew. chew. chew. digest.
'By all means.' I cannot see his eyes through his trademark dark glasses and I have no idea if he is merely being polite or if he genuinely has an interest in cling-film.
I bring it from the kitchen, all the rolls of it. 'I have a surprising amount of clingfilm,' I say with a nervous laugh. Roy merely nods.
'I estimate I must have nearly a kilometre in the kitchen alone.'
'As much as that?' He says in surprise. 'So.'
'Mind you, people do not realize how much is on each roll. I bet that with a single roll alone I could wrap you up entirely.'
Roy Orbison sits impassively like a monochrome Buddha. My palms are sweaty.
'I will take that bet,' says Roy. 'If you succeed I will give you tickets to my new concert. If you fail I will take Jetta, as a lesson to you not to speak boastfully.'