25M: Traveled to Jamaica on a pirogue, tricked everybody into believing in the God of Rhum, became the king, but made one mistake: destroyed the idol.
25Z: Handles the alarm clock. Silent sigh of her mouth, wingtip eyelids, lilac lips. Beautiful woman. His. Momentarily. Rings in his hands, puts his on her.
24M: It hides under beds and stairs, behind corners, under cellars. The only way to kill him is to find out what it looks like.
24Z: Pen on paper. Pages eaten by words, consumed in hours. Busybody fate. Every line lies. Every line trash. Every line crumpled. Dreams in dustbins.
23M: Her head was full of animals. Sadness was a mockingbird, happiness a parrot. Her rage a wild lynx and was impossible to tame.
23Z: Glowworm ribcage softens footsteps in moonlight, the quiet warmth of a soul in motion. Heaven was never ours, but why make death dour?
22M: They collected the footprints of passers-by, framed them, and put them in the museum. It was the proof their land existed.
22Z: She surprises me with "I'm pregnant," immediately bores me with "Our child." One word breaks her cunningly, that word one spelled vasectomy.
21M: A community of miniature creatures lives at the bottom of the wine bottle. Imagine how they laugh when you've empied it.
21Z: Manipulate strings, optical cords articulate my puppet shaped worldview. Simple life, don't make me think. Dead leaders are easier to follow.
20M: He undressed slowly, dismantled the sweater until he held a woolen bundle. Knitted an air balloon, flew to the moon.
20Z: Twenty. Not a good age to die. Too young to know how to live. Both of which come later, unbidden.
19M: Jim had the power of talking to doorknobs. No thief or spy, only loved to check what was behind.
19Z: She sails through the hole I've crafted in my heart, assailed by undercurrents and ceaseless storms. Slowly, she tires.
18M: Checking every statue in her studio before leaving, stopped where the mirror used to be. Saw another statue.
18Z: Proudly holding the man's heart in hand, he kicks the decapitated corpse down endless steps. Mayan's party hard.
17M: Running his wig shop had made him the best friend of all the bald women in town.
17Z: Jackknife tongue divides around my edges, hugs my jagged face. We knives rarely get love so tender.
16M: Honey I'm home. She enters the bedroom. He's in bed. Cheeks red. Rustling in the closet.
16Z: "That was my head." She's lost a lot of blood. I asked if she was hungry.
15M: He watches the weather man predict the present, ignoring the window with a view behind.
15Z: The pillows met at night, heads mixing heavy air, providing dreams, making light in darkness.
14M: If she went out every night, she thought, she'd finally forget the way home.
14Z: "No," says the conductor. "Not stoppin' this train fer yer' robot'r any real man."
13M: Not guilty. Gun simply happened to be in his hand. Finger on trigger.
13Z: Martin lives on weekends. Other days Martin vacates his body. No one notices.
12M: Everything she touches turns into music. Play her pancakes on the turntable.
12Z: Riot shield ruins his birthday. Most of his jaw. Complexion. Glasses. Pants.
11M: Meeting place for their last encounter: in front of the altar.
11Z: String up the guitar, play pretty pretender. Long roads, long nights.
10M: Small hands tear the arms off the clock. Defeated time.
10Z: Zipper signs abrasions on his hand. Courtesy: his mother's purse.
9M: Paint, wall paper, paintings. Anything to hide the bricks.
9Z: Gentlemen violence bleeds genteelly across the estate. Bizarro Darcy.
8M: "Honour" he said, heads rolling off. "How much?"
8Z: Eat the cat, swallow the bird, forget yourself.
7M: Human flesh like candle wax unites, illuminates.
7Z: Can be anything growing up. Poison indecision.
6M: Never ask for real fairytale ends.
6Z: Loved he wasn't, she he loved.
5M: Her stop is that cloud.
5Z: Cinderella's slipper fit the kingdom.
4M: Jumped. Ground floor. Embarrassing.
4Z: Quagmire kiss constricts inhibition.
3M: Horses gallop backwards.
3Z: Rock. Paper. Auto-erotic-asphyxiation.
2M: Leopard crossing.
2Z: Piñata pelt.
1M: Irreversible.
1Z: Pederast.
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