Inner Torment
This morning I woke up, and the meat turned to ashes in my mouth. All things seem colourless.
My current paramour is starting to smell. I had to drag him to the river and drop him in the sinkhole. Later he floated up. I weighted him down with a mighty stone, and he sank without trace. Success! Yet this deed brought me no comfort.
In the afternoon I massacred a flock of penguins. But it brought no joy to my heart.
I will sit on a rock and wait for my virility to return to me.
My current paramour is starting to smell. I had to drag him to the river and drop him in the sinkhole. Later he floated up. I weighted him down with a mighty stone, and he sank without trace. Success! Yet this deed brought me no comfort.
In the afternoon I massacred a flock of penguins. But it brought no joy to my heart.
I will sit on a rock and wait for my virility to return to me.