Fireworks: The Silent Killer / October 27 2006
It’s not something I’ve eaten; it’s not fumes from a boiler, it isn’t even fear of the bile that rises every time I hear ‘can I have your autograph, please – here, sign here’. It’s not the look of emulsion, it’s not the fact that she toyed with my heart like it was a toy heart (let’s raise a glass of eyewash to her, eh boys, now and again), it isn’t the sadness over my grandfather who had his tongue cut off in the war – he never talked about it. It’s not that boy again, at the door with his funny knock.
All of these things annoy me.
But none more than the noises outside, beyond the swings and slides, beyond the factory gate, behind the sheds and railway sidings, over the wall, on the ‘rec, there on the ‘rec: the flaming bangs and bellows of gunpowder packets, the flash on the field that illuminates fog, constantly toxic and poison and wrong, the fireworks, the fireworks, the violent reminders that frighten my dog.
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4 comments on “Fireworks: The Silent Killer”
queenminx / October 28th, 2006 at 11:40 am
I have a big gun … equipped with a rather stylish silencer … wanna borrow it?? Her name is LuLu. She has an acute dislike of yobs with bangers who frighten innocent little dogs. Suffice to say, the numerable grooves, forever etched along both sides of her sleek, deadly, black barrel, were not acquired by clumsy mishandling. No. They are, in fact, a proud and dignified account of yobs despatched, avec bangers, to the great firework display in the sky! LuLu enjoys a banger or two herself, albeit quietly, silently, up the bums of bums.
‘ut vos tondeo sic vadum vos sow’.
‘as you reap, so shall you sow’!
Don’t ya just love a bit of vigilante justice.
qm x
Napoleon Fantastic / October 28th, 2006 at 2:16 pm
Hey, Minx!
that gun has my name on it. It says:
Model#: LuLu
Use for the treatment of: assholes with bangers etc.
Owner ID: Napoleon Fantastic
mavourna moon / November 11th, 2006 at 5:53 pm
Fireworks are great as long as you don’t stick them up your bum and light them. I am wondering who lit the blue touchpaper on that one and stood back eagerly awaiting lift-off! I hope it wasn’t jammed in a milkbottle at the time.
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