Industrial Fabrication and Lies™ involving unhinged characters, time travel, parallel universes, sheds, pizza, curry and strange creatures. Set in places you won't find on any map.
Monday 28 June 2010
The report of my death was an exaggeration
"I'm not dead, I've just been resting."
"You do look a bit pale though. Are you sure you're not dead?"
"Sometimes you've got a take a bit of a rest, even from things you enjoy."
"Like breathing?"
"What?"
"You're not breathing."
"I am. It's very shallow. I told you I was resting."
"Also, what's that smell?"
"What smell?"
"That smell!"
"My new aftershave. It was a present. Do you like it?"
"No, no. Not really."
"Cold Corpse, it's called. I'm told it's very popular."
"Who amougst?"
"Mortuary workers, Undertakers, Grave diggers and some forensic scientists. However only those forensic scientists not cool and good looking enough to appear in Silent Witness or Bones."
"OK, I'll catch you around."
"Good plan. We must have a curry. Anyway before you go, could you do something for me?"
"Sure."
"Could you close the lid? Ta. I need a lie-in."
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Hmmm. Does this mean you were visited by the Grim Procrastinator?
ReplyDeleteOr by a bear?
ReplyDeleteCold Corpse cologne, eh?
ReplyDeleteSounds like something one of my zombies would like.
And I'm glad you're not dead.
i think there must be nothing in the world like the ability to fall asleep on silk without the worry of slipping out of bed...
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean you're a vampire?
ReplyDeleteSo THAT's where you've been hiding! I thought it was starting to smell a little musty around here.
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