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Sewing Machine Man Part Two (Janome On The Loose)

11 Friday Mar 2016

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In Part One we saw the Owner of a Mexican Sweat Shop

Mr Mendez AKA The Sewing Machine Man

Kill two of His Female Employees.

He Killed them then Stitched their Mouths and Eyes shut

With His trusty Janome Sewing Machine.

But Mr Mendez was arrested by the Police.

After a tip off from His 2IC at the Sweat Shop Alejandro.

But He slipped out of His Handcuffs and disappeared

into the Night.

Now to Part Two.

For the past few Months the Sewing Machine Man has been

hiding out in the Sunny Mexican Countryside.

Waiting for the heat to die down.

He has making a living using His Janome for what it is

designed to do.

Sewing Curtains Tailoring Clothes to fit.

And making Alterations.

But a Sewing Machine is His Weapon of choice.

Whenever Someone crosses Him wrong

He uses His Machine to Sew Their Eyes closed.

So they can no longer See.

Then He Stitches Their Mouths shut.

So they no longer have a Voice.

He is still seething about Alejandro.

He knows that He was the one to call the Cops.

And the Sewing Machine Man was almost thrown

in Jail.

But He escaped from the Police.

And He gave Himself Bail.

But the Sewing Machine Man is out of practice.

He has only Killed twice.

And He really likes the feeling.

And it wants to feel like that again.

So He closes the Door of His Motel Room.

Let the pain begin.

He doesn’t have to walk far.

When He comes across a Hooker plying Her Trade.

So He invites Her up to His Room for a little fun.

When the Hooker goes to the Bathroom to freshen up.

Mr smothers His Handkerchief in Chloroform.

Then He gets ready to pounce.

When the Hooker reappears He quickly drowns Her in His

Hankie.

The Sewing Machine Man is all Business.

He has no time for Hankie Pankie.

His M.O (Modus Operandi) is to Sew His Victims Eyes and

Mouths closed with His Janome.

And then hang them up wrapped in a White Sheet like a

Human Cocoon.

And that is exactly what He does.

Just so the Cops know that He is back in Town.

After showing all of His Sewing and Wrapping skills

He Hangs the Hooker upside down in a Tree.

The Sewing Machine Man is back.

Looking for some thrills.

Alejandro is living at His Parents Place pissing

in His Pants.

The Cops have been around to inform His that Mr Mendez.

has Killed again.

And maybe Alejandro should move Interstate.

And we mean right now.

If You want to stay Alive

Go now before it is too late.

But Alejandro has some misplaced confidence.

He is a better Man then Mr Mendez.

Surely He is safe at His Parents House.

He hasn’t worked at the Sweat Shop in over Six Months.

He is living over 500 Miles from there.

But He will keep an Eye out.

Surely Mr Mendez wouldn’t come here.

He wouldn’t dare.

But Mr Mendez isn’t afraid of Alejandro or the Police.

And He knows exactly how to track Alejandro down.

He just has to break into the Sweat Shop.

And hope that the Password on the Computer hasn’t been

changed.

So the next Night He enters the Sweat Shop through an

unlocked Window.

He goes straight to His old Office.

And He is lucky.

The Password on the Computer is unchanged.

He clicks on the Employee Icon.

Then He types in Alejandro Cortez and His next of Kin.

And there in the middle of the Screen for the whole World

to see.

Is His Parents Address.

He is not 100% sure that Alejandro is at His Parents Place.

But it is a good place to start.

So He packs up His Janome and jumps in His Cat.

He only has a Four Hour drive.

Besides His Janome He has also packed a Gun with a Silencer

And a Knife with a Razor sharp Blade.

Alejandro and Mr and Mrs Cortez should now be afraid.

Very afraid.

Using His GPS He locates the House nice and easy.

And He parks right outside.

Carrying His trusty Sewing Machine He knocks on the Front

Door.

And in His other Hand He holds the silenced Gun.

Now the Sewing Machine Man can have a little fun.

As soon as the Front Door opens He Shoots Mrs Cortez Dead.

Then with His Knife He slices the Screen Door open.

And He sidles right on in.

Where He is confronted by Mr Cortez.

Without hesitation He Shoots Him in the Chest.

Now to find Alejandro His number one Pest.

Alejandro hearing all of the commotion tries to make

it to the back Door.

But He only gets Three Metres before He is Shot in the

Kneecap.

As Alejandro lays on the Floor He is Shot twice more.

And both of His Elbows are shattered.

The Sewing Machine Man walks up to Him.

And He pulls down His Pants.

And with one slice of the Knife.

He cuts off Alejandro’s Cock and Balls.

Alejandro is in agony and disbelief.

And He screams the Paint right off the Walls.

Then He is silenced as His own Dick and Nuts are shoved

down His Throat.

Then He is dragged to the Janome

And Alejandro’s Mouth is stitched closed.

Then just as He goes to stitch Alejandro’s Eyes.

The Cortez Phone starts to Ring.

And He stitches His own Thumb to the Machine.

And just like Alejandro He starts to scream.

Jesus the pain is intense.

He closes His Eyes and yanks Himself Free.

He packs up His Janome.

Then He gets the Fuck out of there.

Already His Thumb has swollen to double its normal

size or more.

He is losing a lot of Blood as He leaves by the Front Door.

But there is worse to come.

Because He used the same Needle to Kill all of His Victims.

It is covered in Bacteria and Germs.

Now the Sewing Machine Man has one nasty Infection

Maybe He should of changed Needles on reflection.

His Thumb is really throbbing.

It is Green and Black and full of Pus.

And because He didn’t apply a Tourniquet

The Infection is travelling up His Arm.

Soon it will enter His Brain.

The Sewing Machine Man is sitting in His Motel Room

He knows that the end is almost here.

He goes to the Bed.

Then with the Gun He shoots Himself in the Head.

There is no one to Mourn Him.

And He is Buried in an unmarked Grave.

And His Janome is Buried with Him.

But now that He is Six Feet Under

He can no longer misbehave.

THE END

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Alabama Redneck Man

04 Friday Mar 2016

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Deep in a Mangrove Swamp in the Heart of Alabama

Lives a Redneck named Cletus Flagg.

He is built like a Quarterback.

With a punch like a Hammer.

His Greasy Hair is covered by a Bandana.

That looks a lot like a Oily Rag.

Cletus is the Quintessential Redneck.

With a Mouthful of Gums he only has Five Teeth.

He finds it hard to chew on a Steak.

But He loves His Wives ground up Beef.

But if you think that that Cletus looks slow and clumsy.

Well thinking that would be a huge mistake.

Because Cletus runs a Drug smuggling Empire.

Crystal Meth Dope and good old fashion Moonshine.

You will never se Cletus singing in the Church Choir.

But you might see Him in Confession.

Cause He would be there for Hours.

But Cletus isn’t a bad Man if you stay on His good side.

All Cletus is doing is providing for His Wife and Son.

Cletus Smuggles His Drugs far and wide.

And He rules with His Fists and a big Silver Gun.

Every now and then a Local or a Tourist will have a sticky

beak.

Or just be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They will have to be silenced before they can talk.

Can an Alligator commit a Crime.?

Over the Years Cletus has had to move His Business deeper

and deeper into the Mangroves.

To keep away from the Cops and prying Eyes.

In the Drug Smuggling Business anything goes.

There is no time for the how or whys.

One unlucky local Billy Bob Wharton was out trying to catch

a Meal of Catfish or Craw.

When He stumbled across Cletus in His Smuggling Boat.

Billy Bob has got a little to close for comfort.

And once again Cletus thumbs His Nose at the Law.

After doing the Dirty Deed.

Cletus has a Seat on the front Porch of His Shack.

As He plays the Banjo He counts His Teeth.

He knows that His Saergents have got His Back.

He just hopes that Billy Bob Wharton stays way deep beneath.

Cletus knows that He has been sitting around too long.

But He cant resist a Jar of His favourite Shine.

And Smoking some Meth from a well used Bong.

Then one of His Underlings whispers in His Ear.

It looks like all is not fine.

It looks like one of His Employees has been fiddling the Books

And moving the Money into His off shore Bank.

He thought that He could get away with the deception.

But He has been caught red handed.

And He will pay a Heavy Price.

He will never get a chance to commit the same Crime twice.

Cletus orders His Men to tie the Thief to a Tree.

Right on the edge of the Water.

The Thief is tied with Leather Belts.

The Thief knows that this is His Fate.

He tells Cletus that He is very sorry.

But it is too little too late.

Cletus orders all of His Employees to watch.

They don’t have to wait long for a Gator to come rushing

out of the Water.

And it grabs the Human Sacrifice.

Then another Gator joins in the Slaughter.

And the Thief is torn to shreds.

His Arms and Legs are torn from there Sockets.

The Thief is screaming for mercy.

Going off His Head.

Then piece by piece He is dragged into the Water.

These Gators show Him no mercy.

They are built like Battleship Rockets.

The only parts of the Thief left behind is His Head.

His pitiful screams could be heard as the Gators fed.

But after about Three Hours  the Thief is finally Dead.

At the crack of Dawn.

The Gators ate the Head for Breakfast.

And of the Thief there is no trace.

I fyou cross Cletus Flagg you will become the Ultimate

Outcast.

Then a Gator stuck its Head out of the Water.

And I am sure that it had a smile on its Face.

Cletus is satisfied

If you get on His bad side you will disappear into the Night.

There is no Body for His Family to Bury or Cremate.

If you cross Him.

You will be nothing more then Gator Bait.

For the next Six Months it is Business as usual.

Cletus and His Cronies travel up and down the Swamps and

Rivers.

Delivering their poison of Meth and Moonshine.

The people who buy the stuff should know better.

Cletus drinks the Shine like it is the finest of Wines.

And they smoke the Meth like it is a Cuban Cigar.

They act like it is the best thing that they have tasted.

But their Brains have been Fried.

They live their lives in a daze.

All wasted.

Billy Joe Flagg.

The Son of Cletus and His Wife Molly Mae.

Is sitting in His room smoking some of His Fathers Product.

Only Fifteen Billy Joe just Smokes His Days away.

He knows that His Mother wouldn’t approve of His Conduct.

But His Father would be proud.

Billy Joe is a little Redneck in the waiting.

He knows that His Father is a Bad Man.

So He doesn’t say the Words out loud.

He wakes early the next Morning.

And Smokes some more Meth before School.

He thinks the Drug makes Him all big and tough.

But He is nothing but a Fool.

Billy Joe has Smoked more then His Body can handle.

Billy Joe might think that He is doing OK.

But He is now burning both ends of the Candle.

Billy Joe is hearing Voices in His Head.

The Voices are telling Him to ‘See what it feels like to get

hit by a Car’

And Billy Joe listens very closely.

And He steps into the Traffic.

And that one step turned out to be His last.

His Mother is distraught when She gets the News.

She knows that it is all Her Husbands fault.

She collapses to the Ground.

With the Broken Hearted Blues.

Nothing that Cletus can say can heal that heavy Heart.

At the Funeral She gets into an awful state.

She just cant stop Crying and wailing.

And through Her Black Veil She looks at Her Husband

with Eyes full of hate.

For the next few Months Molly Mae struggles through

She just takes it Day by day.

Without Her Son life isn’t worth living.

Every Hour is Dark and Grey.

There is only one thing that keeps Her going.

And that is the Day when Cletus pays for Her Sons Death.

In Molly Mae’s Head an Evil Wind is blowing.

Cletus will Die.

And She will make it look like an accident.

A few Days later Cletus and Molly Mae are walking along the

edge of the Swamp.

She is acting normal so Cletus doesn’t get suspicious.

Then with Her Hip She gives Cletus a little nudge.

Then time stands still as Cletus hits the Water.

Then He is torn apart by the Gators all nasty and vicious.

So what goes around comes around

Molly Mae has a lump in Her Throat that She cant budge.

But revenge sure does taste sweet.

She has one last look into the Water.

And She is satisfied that Her Husband is now Dead Meat.

THE END

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Sewing Machine Man

19 Friday Feb 2016

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The Year is 1972.

And Alejandro Druis  is the Supervisor at

a Mexican Sweat Shop.

He is in charge of Thirty Machinists producing

fake Designer Labels.

From Handbags Clothes Shoes Belts and Accessories.

Whatever you want they can fake them all.

But Alejandro is a sleaze bag.

He has wandering Eyes and wandering Hands.

An accidental touch to the Breast.

Or maybe a touch to the inner Thigh.

The Girls are all too scared to say anything.

Because Alejandro is one creepy Guy.

But one of the Girls does complain.

She goes upstairs and tell the Owner of the Sweat Shop

All about Alejandro’s  groping and touching.

And that the Girls will go on Strike if it doesn’t stop.

The Owner Mr Mendez promises to fix the situation.

But there is a glint in His Eye.

Mr Mendez might look like a Model Citizen.

But He is just like Alejandro.

But He is an even Creepier Guy.

So Alejandro is dragged across the Coals by Mr Mendez.

.

And He is given a good dressing down.

He is told that this is His final warning.

One more indiscretion and He will be fired.

Alejandro walks out of the Office all Hot Headed and Wied.

Margurita the Girl who made the Complaint

Is walking Home after Work.

.It has been one hectic Day.

All She wants to do is to get Home to Her Husband and Kids.

Then a Car pulls up beside Her.

And the Driver offers Her a lift Home.

She looks in the Window and gives a look of distaste.

Jesus this Guy sure has a nerve.

But seeing that the Car isn’t being Driven by a Stranger.

She climbs on in.

But She should of listened to that voice in Her Head.

Screaming Danger Danger.

The Sewing Machine Man drives His victim Home

And into the cutting and sewing Room.

Then He joins the Needle with the Thread.

He starts up the Sewing Machine.

And with a double stitch he sews Her Mouth up nice

and tight.

Then Her Eyes are Double Stitched closed.

With the Sewing Machine Man.

Anything goes.

Then Margurita is dragged down to the Basement.

And wrapped in a White Sheet.

Then She is hung from the Rafters like a giant Cocoon.

But She will never turn into a Butterfly.

Not even a Moth.

Cause Margurita is enclosed in Her Burial Cloth.

The next Day at Work all of the Girls notice that

Margurita Work Station is empty.

Margurita’s Housemate tells the Girls that Margurita

didn’t come Home last night.

Then She looks over at Alejandro

And Her Eyes are filled with fright.

Then She starts to scream at Alejandro ‘What have you done

with Margurita?’

Alejandro yells back calling Her ‘One crazy Senorita’

Mr Mendez runs out of His Office.

And the Work Floor quietens down.

Alejandro whispers to Juanita that He will deal with Her later.

The Girls start up their Machines.

The Ordres have to go out on time.

The Girls whisper among themselves.

Because they all know that Margurita has been the victim

of a nasty Cime.

After a long Day at Work.

Juanita is tired and wants to get Home.

She cant afford to catch the Bus.

So She has to walk.

She is thinking about Margurita.

She knows that something bad has happened.

No one just disappears.

And as She walks along.

Her Eyes fill with Tears.

After walking for about Twenty Minutes.

The Hairs on the back of Her Neck stand on end.

She knows that She is being followed.

And as She starts to turn around.

A Hand covers Her Mouth stifling Her Scream.

And with the smell of Chloroform

Juanita starts to Dream.

The Sewing Machine Man is feeling pleased with Himself.

He drags Juanita into position.

She has seen and heard more then She should.

So He decides to use the Heavy Duty Thread.

And He Stitches Juanita’s Mouth and Eyes closed.

Juanita will never see or hear anything anymore.

She has left this World.

The Sewing Machine Man has Himself a little rest.

His sewing Fingers are getting a little sore.

Juanita is wrapped in a White Sheet.

And She is Hung up next to Margurita.

They both look like Eygptian Mummies in their

Burial Tomb.

The Sewing Machine Man stands back and admires His

Handiwork.

He can also see that there is still plenty of Room.

At the Sweat Shop the next Day.

Alejandro notices that Juanita isn’t sitting behind Her

Machine.

Now He is down Two Girls.

Jesus maybe He will have to operate a Machine Himself.

He looks at the Door.

Maybe Juanita is only running late?

It is time for a Cup of Coffee.

The work will have to wait.

In His Office Mr Mendez is watching Alejandro with

a smirk on His Face.

He knows exactly where Margurita and Juanita are.

They are hanging upside down in His Basement.

Then He looks at Alejandro again.

And He starts thinking about framing an Innocent

Man.

Mr Mendez calls Alejandro into His Office.

And tells Him that He isn’t feeling well.

So He is going Home early.

Alejandro couldn’t give a Shit.

He runs the place anyway.

Who cares if Mr Mendez goes Home?

While the Cat is away the Mouse will play.

So Alejandro gets up nice and close to the Girls as

they work.

And you know how Girls will gossip?

Alejandro cant believe what He is Hearing.

The Girls are talking about Mr Mendez

They think that Mendez has Killed the Two Girls.

Alejandro has also seen the Evil in Mr Mendez’s Eye.

And it is strange how He went Home early

He has never done that before.

Alejandro is concerned for the Girls.

But with Mendez out of the way.

He is first in line to take His place.

He could do a first class job.

Alejandro can sometimes be a Scumbag.

He has the same cruples as Sideshow Bob.

Mr Mendez has also been busy at Home

He has loaded the Two Girls into the back of His Truck.

He will drive over to Alejandro’s place and dump

them there.

Then He will call the Police.

What He doesn’t know is that Alejandro has called

the Police first.

With His concern for the Girls.

And His desire to be replacement.

He really wants be this Promotion.

He starts moving his stuff into Mr Mendez Office.

His plan is already in motion.

Mr Mendez has one last look around

Looking for anything He might have missed.

But the Basement looks all Spick and Span.

Mr Mendez is proud of Himself.

Cause after all He is The Sewing Machine Man.

He is so busy big noting Himself

That He doesn’t hear the pounding on the Front Door.

And He walks outside.

Straight into the Hands of Two Policeman.

He is placed in Handcuffs.

And put in the back of a Police Car.

If these Two Cops think that Cuffs can retrain Him

Well they haven’t seen nothing yet.

He just bides His time.

Waiting for the right moment.

No way is He going down for this Crime.

The Two Cops up front are talking.

Not paying any attention.

They aren’t expecting any trouble from the Cuffed Criminal

The Sewing Machine Man is relying on gut instinct.

And when the Traffic Lights turn Red.

He slips out of the Handcuffs.

And disappears into the Night.

And the chances of catches Him are very minimal.

Back at the Sweat Shop.

Alejandro and the Girls have heard about Mr Mendez arrest.

But they haven’t heard about His escape from custody.

Once they hear they should all run and hide.

Go under Police Protection.

Escape to the  Countryside.

Just get the fuck out of the State.

Cause the Sewing Machine Man is coming.

And He is full of hate.

Not that far away.

The Sewing Machine Man is preparing His Needle and Thread.

And polishing His Jamone.

He want be happy until all of the People who crossed Him are Dead.

The Sewing Machine Man is completely off His Head.

Keep an Eye out for Part Two.

‘The sewing Machine Man’

‘Janome on the Loose’.

THE END

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Golden Dreams

07 Sunday Feb 2016

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For my Annual Holidays I decided to hire a Metal

Detector.

Go out to the middle of nowhere.

And make my fortune in Gold.

Or Silver Opals or Diamonds Or maybe I will find some

Buried Treasure

Or maybe I will find a Shit load of Gold Coins way in the

back of a Cave.

Jesus I am Daydreaming again.

So I tell my imagination to behave.

So I hire a Metal Detector.

And on my adventure I go.

As I drive I dream about Pirates Buccaneers.

And old wooden Ships.

Plus a cranky old Captain with a Parrot on His Shoulder.

I Dream about finding my fortune.

And a Gold Nugget as big as a Boulder.

So after driving for two days I finally reach my Destination.

I little place in Queensland called Cassowary Hideaway.

I find myself a little Bungalow.

And book in for a week long stay.

Early the next morning I drive into Town to pick up some

Supplies.

And while I am there I buy some Maps.

I ask the Newsagent if He has any Treasure Maps.

Preferably one where X marks the spot.

Only joking haha.

Well the Newsagent doesn’t get my sense of humour.

He looks at Me like I am some Loco from the South.

I can see that My charm isn’t working.

So for a change I just shut My Mouth.

Well the Locals sure are friendly I feel right at Home.

I buy the Maps and then go to the Grocery Store for some

Food and Water.

Then I jump into my 4WD to start My Detecting.

I just hope that my directions don’t need correcting.

But before I head off inland.

I decide to give My Detector a trial run on the Beach.

So I walk up and down the Sand.

Waving that thing back and forth.

And right away it goes odd with the pinging sound

of success,

But a couple of Hours.

All I got for my trouble was a rusty old Horse Shoe Car

Keys a few Coins and a cast iron Camp Fire Pan.

I hope that I have better luck Tomorrow.

When I travel deep into the Hinterland.

I wake early the next Morning.

And after a breakfast of Bacon and Emu Eggs.

I set off for a five hour drive.

But if I stumble across a likely looking spot.

I will stop and check it out.

And after two hours that is exactly what happened.

I like the look of a little clearing  beside a trickle of

a Creek.

Hopefully My Metal Detector will go ballistic.

And I will make My Fortune before the end of the Week.

After setting up all of my Camping gear.

It is time to take in My surroundings.

So I grab my Detector and go on a walk about.

Well I walk around for Hours.

And the only thing that I Detect.

Is that the Clouds have turned dark and gloomy.

So I hurry back to my Four Person Tent.

And for one Person it is nice and roomy.

As I sit there watching the Rain coming down.

Enjoying a cold Beer or Two.

Then My Mind starts to wander.

As I look out at the great wide yonder.

Maybe I will find a Treasure Chest  full of Jewellery

and Silver.

Or a giant Nugget weighing a Thousand Ounces.

Or maybe I will find a secret Government Vault

Like the American Fort Knox.

Then I can buy myself a Mansion.

And stop living on the Street of Hard Knocks.

I Smile as I think about My Golden Dream.

Then I feel that My Bladder is full.

So I let loose a long golden stream.

I have a restless Night.

Thinking about all of the Wild Animals out there.

Cassowarys Dingoes Spiders Snakes and Scorpions.

And of course the Salt Water Crocodile.

An Ancient Reptile like a Freight Train with Teeth.

The most dangerous Animal on Earth.

Is the one that lurks beneath.

The next Morning I wake up tired weary and wired.

But after a Breakfast of Bacon and Eggs

I am ready to go exploring.

So I decide to follow the Creek inland.

To see where it will take Me.

And as I take in the beautiful scenery

I realise that this place is where every Person on Earth

should see.

As I wave My Detector around.

The Air is filled with the sound of silence.

It is not picking up a thing.

Maybe it is broken?

So I do some tinkering

And finally I get a sound

But it is not the sound of striking Gold

It is not that at all.

It is the sound of a Waterfall.

I walk towards the sound.

And I come across a large Billabong.

About Fifty Metres wide.

And God knows how deep.

And My Detector is still turned on.

And it is going ballistic.

Like a deranged out of control Pogo Stick.

Then it jumps out of My Hands.

And takes off towards the Falls.

It cuts through the Water like a Outboard Motor.

Or like a crazy Whipper Snipper.

Jesus I think I have hit the jackpot.

You little ripper.

Well the fastest way to see what is behind the Falls.

Is for Me to go for a swim.

So I strip down to My Underwear.

Have a quick look out for a Croc.

Then I jump right in.

It is only Thirty Metres to the Falls.

But it looks so far away.

Then I feel a tightening in My Balls.

A Crocodile is Twenty Metres behind Me.

And it is closing in fast.

I only have a few Metres to go.

So I start to Swim like a Torpedo.

It is like I am wearing Fuel Injected Speedos

I just make it.

Before the Croc can give my Arse another hole.

I shoot beneath the Falls.

Like a Bullet from a Gun.

And it feels like I have swum straight towards the Sun.

I cant believe My Eyes.

I have swum into a Golden Cave.

The Cave looks to be about Ten Metres deep.

And it is Choc a Bloc with Gold.

Gold Bars Gold Jewellery Gold Gold Gold.

It must be a long lost Pirate Treasure.

Captain Hook Captain Kidd Captain Blue Beard.

One of those.

Wait what am I Hearing?

Beep Beep  Beep Beep

Jesus it is my Alarm Clock.

The whole Adventure was just a Dream

I cant believe it was just a Dream.

A Golden Dream.

THE END

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Ego Is A Muscle (Mind Gym)

05 Friday Feb 2016

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Your Ego is a Muscle.

If you want to keep it in shape.

You have to work on it.

But your Ego is a fragile Muscle.

But don’t overdo it.

Just take it nice and slow.

Relax go at it nice and easy.

Close your Eyes and go with the flow.

But don’t work on your Ego too much.

Or it will get out of control.

And someone with a huge Ego is very hard to take.

I can only handle them in small doses.

People with huge Egos come across as insecure and fake.

Jenny Donahue is a Mousey young Women.

She is lonely and still Single.

She wants desperately to get off Her Lounge Chair.

And get out and mingle.

But She is afraid of the big wide world.

She wants a Boyfriend to Love and hold.

And maybe down the Road there will be a Diamond Ring.

Jenny goes off to work everyday.

Then She drives Home all alone.

She sits down in front of the TV with a cup of Coffee.

But His Eyes keep drifting to Her Mobile Phone.

She just wants somebody to give Her a call.

And give Her Ego a boost.

But just like an Old Mother Hen.

She settles down to roost.

The next day ay work Jenny just goes through the Motions.

Sitting in front of Her Computer.

Jenny needs a kick start to Her confidence.

She needs someone to Reboot Her.

So once again Jenny goes Home all alone.

She unwinds and makes Herself a snack.

Her Eyes drift to Her Phone.

But once again it doesn’t ring or vibrate.

Jenny needs a helping Hand.

Before it is too late.

Then She starts up Her Laptop.

And connects to the Internet.

She visits a few sites.

And has a little look.

She is just about to Shutdown.

When She decides to visit Facebook.

After looking at what Her non existant Friends are up to.

Her Eyes are drawn to an Advertisement for an App called

Mind Gym.

It promises to ‘Give your Ego and Self Esteem a tweek’

;All you have to do is Seek’.

So Jenny downloads the App to Her Phone.

And She places Her Headphones to Her Ears.

Then She lays down for a nap.

So while Jenny is asleep.

The App goes to work.

Her Brain is being rewired

Her Ego is now pumped and bigger.

And Her Self Esteem has been boosted

The Mind Gym App has pulled the Self Confidence trigger.

Jenny wakes up feeling refreshed.

It is like She is a new Person.

She takes Her time applying Her Makeup.

Before She couldn’t give a Shit.

Now She wants to look Her best.

As She brushes and combs Her Hair.

Jenny decides that She will go new Clothes shopping

Then She sees Her reflection in the Mirror.

She thinks it is time to do some Bar hopping.

Thanks to the Mind Gym App.

Jenny now feels that She do anything and go anywhere.

She feels  like a Movie Star.

She has noticed all of the Males staring.

Jenny was once an under achiever.

But with Her Ego back to normal.

She is now a true believer.

On the other side of the World.

Lives a Forty year old Male.

Barry Richards is shitting Bricks.

He is as nervous as Hell.

He has just been promoted to the Companies Management

Team.

And he has to chair the first meeting.

And we all know what that means .

Public Speaking.

On the Night before the Meeting.

Barry is at Home having a Beer.

All He can think about is the prospect of talking

in front of Thirty People.

It is driving Barry crazy.

He would rather be impaled on a Church Steeple.

Barry and talking don’t go together.

He is afraid that he will say the wrong thing.

And besides He would rather just listen.

When Barry is nervous He starts to Stammer and Stutter.

And He breaks out in a sweat.

His Skin gets all wet and glistens.

Barry Richards is a nervous wreck.

Barry knows that He is lacking in confidence.

And that His Ego is a bit down.

And it needs a boost.

And His Self Esteem is in need of a jump start.

But He doesn’t want to put the Horse before the Cart.

So just like Jenny he goes onto the Internet.

Mr Google will have all the answers.

But first Barry goes to Facebook.

And he notices the Mind Gym App.

Barry starts to get really excited.

He is tired of feeling like Crap.

And just like Jenny before Him.

He plugs His Earphones into His Phone.

Then He has a Lay down.

And the App does its thing.

As He sleeps Barry’s Eyelids are jumping.

He is starting to feel confident.

All of Barry’s Ego Muscles are pumping.

He is having an Ego workout while He is Horizontal.

Barry’s Ego and Self Esteem are now Full Frontal.

It goes without saying that Barry’s Presentation

went off without a hitch.

He talked and talked about Sales growth now and looking

forward.

He says that the Company’s future looks bright.

And that it is in good hands.

The People in attendance all got up and applauded.

All of Barry’s worrying was all for nothing.

He now feels like He has been reborn.

His Ego has been Wined and Dined.

And His Self Esteem has been refined.

A low Ego and Self Esteem can be a real hassle.

So if you know somebody who might be lonely

and feeling a bit left out.

Just realise that not everybody is a People Person.

But they are still a Person.

Not a lump of Wood.

So just give them a Smile and some conversation.

If you could.

THE END

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Lost In Paradise

23 Saturday Jan 2016

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Ellie Hartland has it all.

A career that is the envy of Her peers

A Bank Balance in the Eight figure range

And Ellie has Millions of Fans all over the World

But She has no Friends.

Ellie is living the American Dream

She is an Actress in the Movies

She is the hottest item in Hollywood

She lives in a huge House in Beverly Hills

And She shops on Rodeo Drive

But She is unhappy

Ellie hangs out with all of the In People

She graces the cover of the popular Magazines

She is a regular on the Ellen Show

And is known to visit the White House

But She is losing it.

When She is at Home She finds comfort in Her

favourite brand of booze.

She sits in Her walk in Robe admiring Her collection

of Shoes and Clothes.

Being an Actress might bring you Money and Fame

But that doesn’t mean that every day will be Sunny

She is starting to crack

After about a dozen shots of Jack Daniels

Ellie still finds it hard to relax

She feels like she living in a Pressure Cooker

Will the steam ease off gently?

Or will it go off with a blast?

Will Ellie Hartland get Her shit together?

The cracks are widening

The next Morning Ellie decides that She needs some Sun

Just go out and have fun and relax

So She needs a shopping fix

She parks Her Mercedes Benz on Rodeo Drive

And She shops until She is ready to collapse

God sometimes it is good to be alive.

She is feeling better.

After a few hours of shopping

Ellie takes a drive to the Beach

She is feeling the better then She has in Months

But then She is confronted by about Twenty Fans

who all want a Selfie.

And all of the commotion has caught the attention of

the dreaded Paparazzi

Jesus cant they just leave me alone?

She gives Her Fans all the Selfies they want

The cracks are reappearing

Ellie is distressed and feeling overwhelmed

that She doesn’t make it to the Beach

She just drives on Home

She rushes inside and locks all the Doors

And She goes straight to the Liquor Cabinet

She is about to start one hell of a bender

She has fallen in

For two Weeks all Ellie does is drink Shot after Shot

She has also discovered a new escape route

In the shape of a jagged little Pill

Ellie is running from something

But She has forgotten what

Will Her Fans forget Her if She Dies?

She thinks that they probably will

But Ellie couldn’t really care less

She has had enough of wealth and fame

She is tumbling over and over

Ellie is laying on Her Bathroom floor

She has one mother of a Hangover

Then She remembers that She has to attend her

latest Movies premiere

She races to the Bathroom Mirror

Does my Hair look alright?

Is my Mascara running?

The question needs to be asked

Will Ellie just give up?

Or will She stand and fight?

She is still falling

Will Ellie build up the nerve to walk the Red Carpet

Does She believe in this Fairy Tale?

Or will She just cash in Her Chips?

Suicide

The final ride

You swim in

But you don’t come back with the Tide

But Ellie Hartland goes to the Premiere

With a fake smile on Her Face

And She walks the walk and talks the talk

But She feels lost and out of Her depth

Will She spiral out of control?

Or will She hold it all together?

She has  few quiets Drinks before She mingles with

the Public

Will anyone notice that She is not really there?

But then again does anyone really care?

Ellie Hartland arrives Home in a very distressed

state

And She runs Herself a Bath

Then She swallows a handful of Pills and washes them

down with Bourbon straight from the Bottle

Ellie Hartland has walked Her last Red Carpet

She has walked Her final path

She climbs into Her Bath

And a huge smile lights up Her Face

She didn’t like where She has been

But She sure as Fuck knows where She is going

So just be careful what you wish for

Because all of your wishes might be realised

But is it really worth it?

Because Ellie Hartland just died.

THE END.

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The Walking Head

10 Sunday Jan 2016

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I lay in my Hospital Bed

I am still breathing

I have no Body

You see I am nothing but a Head

The Doctors have told me that I will

walk again

But I think they are being optimistic

I have no Body

Therefore I have no Legs

As I lay in my Hospital Bed

I like a Bowling Ball with Hair

I no longer have any need for Clothes

And I have no need for Socks or Underwear

But the Doctors keep telling me

That my future looks bright

Even though I am a Head without a Body

I should still be alright

As I lay in my Hospital Bed

I look down at the Floor

It is a drop of three foot or more

I have another look and wonder if

I roll out of Bed

Would I bounce?

Or burst open like a Watermelon?

I guess there aint no telling

Nurse comes to my Bedside to give me

a Sponge Bath

I am not a Man

I am not by half

So it doesn’t take long to give my Head

a Wash

But as the Nurse starts to dry me off

I end up on the Floor gosh

Well I start to roll like a drugged up Medicine

Ball

I roll out of my room and get halfway down the

hall

Then I am scooped up and passed back to the

Nurse

She gives me a look all sullen and terse

Like it is my fault

That I am just a Head

You know I had a little accident

MY Head got caught in an Elevator Door

My Body went to the next Floor

But my Head didn’t quite make it

As my Head hit the Floor

I screamed ‘I don’t like this bit’

‘I don’t like it at all’

Well my Doctor came around again

And he that with a few Skin grafts

I should be on the mend

I think my Doctor has gone round the bend

You see I have no Skin to graft

I t all ended up at the bottom of that Elevator

Shaft

As I lay in my Hospital Bed

I feel the start of a panic attack

So I blink my Eyes and twitch my Nose

To make the Nurse come back

I have no Hands so I cant press the Emergency

Button

I am starting to think that I have been forgotten

But then the Nurse comes rushing back into

my Room

One of the other Patients has passed away

I close my Eyes with Sorrow

I cant think of anything to say

She reassures me that everything is alright

And She pats me on the Head

And She wishes me a goodnight

In the morning I wake up with a pounding

in my Chest

But it cant be anything

Because I am nothing but a Head

Just a Head none of the rest

I think I am feeling Phantom pain

Will I ever feel my own Body again?

I see the Doctor approaching my Bed

What will he tell me this time?

Maybe he will tell me that my Head has been

hired out as one of those open mouthed Clowns

in sideshow alley

Or maybe they will give me a Wig apply some

makeup and call me Sally>

But none of the above apply

And I will tell you why

My Doctor tells me that a Skeleton has been located

And that it will be attached to my Brain Stem

So I will no longer be just me

Some of me will be them

So the Skeleton is attached in a nine hour Operation

And hopefully there will be Bone fusion

And my Nerves want short circuit and blow a fuse

I just hope that when I wake

The Doctor will give me some good news

And for once the news is good

Everything is going well so far

The Skeleton attachment was a complete success

I now have a Body of sorts I guess

So now I am a Head

With a collection of a strangers Bones

Now all I did is some internal Organs

And a covering of Skin

My Doctor tells me that strands of my DNA

are attaching themselves to the Bones

So all of my internal Organs should start to grow

Maybe I will be tall and handsome

You never know!

Three Months later

And the Transformation is almost complete

I feel a lot like Frankensteins Monster

Except there aren’t any Bolts in my Neck

I also feel like  Violinist playing on the Titanics

Deck

Will I swim or will I sink?

I am feeling OK

I am in the pink I think

Six weeks later

And I walk out of that Hospital a new Man

I say goodbye to the doctor and Nurse

And I thank them for all their help and attention

And I walk out of that Hospital with a smile on

my Face

I am going home to Tarana Place

I am now a Walking Head

Attached to a brand new Body

Everything is working properly

I feel like a brand new me

Or should I say a brand new you.

THE END

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A Heartbreak Song

08 Friday Jan 2016

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Coffee and Vanilla

Ebony and Ivory

Black and White

Call it whatever you like

But People are being discriminated against

and put down

All because of the Colour of their Skin

Don’t just look at the Colour of the Skin

Get to know the Person within

White Black Brown or Olive

We are all human

We are all the same

Don’t just look at the colour of the Skin

Ask them their name

There is good and bad in all of the Races

Smiles and frowns on all of the Faces

We all live on the same Planet

So we all should try harder to get along

When I see someone being put down

I deep inside my Soul

And sing a Heartbreak Song

There is still trouble and fighting in the Middle East

For over Sixty Years there has been War after War

And very little Peace

Palestinians and Israelies fighting over the same piece

of land

A divided piece of land surrounded by Sand

One side wants what the other side wants

And neither side will budge an Inch

Would why accept Peace at a pinch?

I think that the hatred that they for each other

is so ingrained into their Brains

They have become blase’ to all the sorrow and pain

They just go about their business surrounded by Barbed

Wire and Barricades

And they don’t feel the Fire from Hades

But I hope that isn’t true

Surely both sides have Emotions and Feelings

Surely they want a resolution

A final answer a solution

I have no answers

I am just writing this Story

I am just a simple Person

I am not after Fame and Glory

Like everybody else I just want World Peace

So why don’t we end the violence in the Middle East

Once again People why cant we just get along?

I reach deep into my being

And sing another Heartbreak Song

But you don’t have to go to the other side of the World

to find trouble and tension

It is right there in your own Neighbourhood

People are always looking for trouble

They hardly ever seek out the good

Domestic violence Bullying in the Workplace and Schools

All of these People are a Link

In the Chain of Fools

Just give me some Boltcutters

And I will cut through the Links

And sever the Stupidity

And get People to THINK

THINK before you act

THINK before you do

Because before you know it

The Foot will be in the other Shoe

And it will start to kick back

Bruisers are caused by losers

Tears are caused by fears

The Aborigines The Eskimos and The Native Americans

The original and Spiritual owners of their lands

Have all been pushed aside and rejected

While the White People took over

And not a hint of regret is detected

The White People seemed to think that they had

the right to take over

They spread their Diseases and their meddling ways

And they didn’t even think twice

And the Original Owners were the ones to pay the price

I am still singing in a very loud voice no one is listening

The disadvantaged People struggle through their Tear Drops

glistening

I am going to lose my voice before very long

I look to the Heavens and sing yet another Heartbreak Song

Alcohol abuse was a symptom of the White Mans invasion

For the Original Owners their isn’t any reason for a celebration

Their way of Life has been forever eroded

Their very fabric of life forever corroded

Now there is trouble in Syria

The Syrian People are fleeing their own Country

And flooding their Neighbours borders with their needs

Their Eyes are lost and lonely

While their empty Faces plead

Isis is spreading like a Locust Plague

They seem to think that they are the Face of a Religion

They Behead innocent People of different Religious

Persuasions

All this fighting over who has the biggest Imaginary Friend

All of the needless violence against the innocent has to end

But people of all Religions in all of the Countries in the World

Just remember one thing

There is no shame

We are all the same

I have lost my voice from all of the singing

So all of you out there open your Mouths

And as loud as you can

Sing a slow mournful Heartbreak  song.

THE END.

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Silence Of The Clams

19 Saturday Dec 2015

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I am hearing a voice in my Eardrum

One of my workmates is bending back my Ear

And he is just in first gear

This could go for two hours until our next break

Doesn’t he know that silence is golden

For fuck sake

After about thirty minutes his words are going

in one Ear and out of the other

My Brain has shut down and run for cover

My workmate is a good guy

He just talks too much

He thinks that his words have got the magic touch

But I have heard all of his stories before

But I don’t want to hear them no more

So I decide to follow my Brains example

And go to a different space

But I keep the ‘I am listening’ look on my Face

The place I go to is way beneath the waves

I swim with the Turtles and the Stingrays

Then I dive down to the Ocean bottom

The reason I am is long forgotten

And them through the muddy water I can see

that I have reached

The silence of the Clams

Clams are cool cause there mouths open and close

all day and all night

But not a sound is heard

You can listen all you want

But you wont hear a word

Hang on someone is pulling on my Arm

And I am brought back to reality

My workmate is still talking for Heavens sake

Thank Christ it is almost time for a break

After work I go to the Barber to get a Haircut

And I get a sinking feeling in my Gut

There are about Ten guys waiting their turn

I can feel my Stomach starting to churn

The guy in the chair is getting short back and sides

I sit in a chair and try to hide

The Barber is talking about the Weather

And ‘Wasn’t it hot today’

Then everybody is talking at once

Everyone has to have their say

The Barber is Clipping Combing and flapping

his Gums

Everyone is squirming in their seats uncomfortable

with a very numb Bum

The customer climbs down from the chair

And thanks the Barber for doing a great job

The Barber ‘That’s ok see you later Bob

The next Customer climbs up

Only Nine more to go

Everybody is still talking at once

Yapping to and fro

Then I feel my Brain drifting off to my place

beneath the waves

I block everything out

It is the silence that I crave

I am swimming with the Fish and the Mermaids

There is no need for flippers or hearing aids

Cause down here you don’t need any Ears

I could stay down here for years and years

And then just like that wham

I have reached

The Silence of the Clams

Then I hear the sound of clipping

And Car horns bipping

And I realise that I am back at the centre of Town

My Ears have grown sensitive to sounds

The Barber is telling me that it is my turn to sit

in the chair

I sit back like I haven’t got a care

I tell him’Dont take too much off I just want a trim’

But all I can think about is going for a swim

The Barber is talking non stop

About sports the weather he is just shooting the Breeze

I feel like screaming out ‘Can I just have silence please?’

I realise that he is just making conversation

So I slip away before there is a confrontation

Once again I drift down deep below

Looking cooler then Hans Solo

A Pod of Dolphins are with me as I swim down to the

Sea Floor

And then before I know it Bam

I have reached

The Silence of the Clams

Then I hear screaming and I realise it is coming

from me

My Eyes are open

But I don’t believe what I see

The Barber has dyed my Hair Red

And given me a Perm and a style

I wont be going back there for quite a while

But it is my own fault for drifting off

And not paying attention

I was swimming with the Dolphins

When the Barber was asking questions

He misunderstood what I was looking for in a Haircut

I didn’t get what I wanted

Anything but

So People don’t just talk and talk and talk

Cause your listeners might just take a little walk

Sometimes just have a listen instead

Don’t be so extroverted

Be Cool be introverted

So if you are ever in a situation

When someone is talking too much

Just go to your own happy place

Just keep that ‘Im listening’ look on your Face

They will never know

They will just keep on talking.

THE END

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The Harvester

20 Friday Nov 2015

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Deep in the bowels of Washington Memorial Hospital

Is a small surgical theatre

The door is always locked

And only one Doctor has the key

That Doctor is Dr Studdert

AKA Dr Death

Dr Death the head of a secret group

A group that is in the business  of buying

Human Organs

None of the Organs are donated voluntarily

They are taken by force

But with surgical precision

Whenever Dr Death needs an organ

He makes a phone call to a man handy with a scalpel

That man is the Harvester

The Harvester is a like Jack Reacher

Except he lives on the wrong side of the tracks

If they make a movie about him

Tom Cruise wouldn’t get the role

If you could turn back time

Charles Bronson would be perfect for the role

Silent but deadly

But the Harvester couldn’t care less about a movie

He is getting restless

If only the phone would ring

All of his tools are sharpened and ready to go

At the Hospital Dr Death visiting a Patient who

is in desperate need of a new Kidney

He has been on a machine for a few years now

But what he really needs is a transplant

Waiting has put a strain on both Doctor and patient

Dr Death knows that this patient has run out of options

So he calls the  Harvester

The Harvester answers his phone at the first ring

He is really restless he needs a cutting job

He listens as Dr Death gives him all of the details

The required blood group and other relevant information

Plus the of an ex patient who could be a suitable donor

That suitable donor is currently at home watching his

Favourite movie

It is a horror movie The Slicer

The Harvester knocks on the door with a creepy

smile on his face

He stands at the door stoop his Heart is racing with

anticipation

The suitable donor hears the knocking and swears silently

to himself

The movie is just about to reach its climax

Talk about timing

He goes to the front door full of frustration

To be met by a sort of smiling Salesman

He is just about to slam the door shut when he meets

the Salesman Eye

And his Heart is chilled to the core

The suitable donor looks down and sees that the Salesman

is carrying a portable cooler

Is he going on a Picnic?

Well the the Salesmans smile grows even grows

even creepier

The suitable donors Stomach starts to roll

And for a moment he doesn’t know what to do

That is what the Harvester has been waiting for

That moment of uncertainty

And with one kick the screen door folds in

Then with a punch to the face the  suitable donor

is on the ground

Then the Harvester moves quick and with just a few

slices the Kidney is cut free

With a few stitches the wound is closed

The Kidney is put on ice

Then the Harvester calls Dr death and tells him that

a new Kidney is on its way to the Hospital

At the Hospital Dr Death is preparing the Operating

Threatre

The recipient is moved downstairs ready for his

second chance at life

But before the operation goes ahead Dr Death checks to

make sure that Fifty Thousand has been deposited into

his Account

Locating a suitable donor doesn’t come cheap

The Harvester just drifts back to his ordinary life

Living in the suburbs with his Wife and kids

The next day he goes to work at his day job

Just an ordinary guy

For a Month he goes about his business being a good

Husband and Dad

Then his phone rings again

Dr Death has a new assignment

This time he requires two Corneas for a Female

Patient

And time is of the essence

The Patient has had a relapse she needs a Transplant

now

The Harvester knows that this time the suitable donor

will have to die

He reads the information supplied by Dr Death

Another ex Patient of Dr Death has the matching Organs

The Harvester notes the Name and Address

Then he drives to the scene

The Harvester doesn’t understand he need for one person

to die so another can live

But who is he to argue?

As long as he gets paid his commission

He will carry out the deed

He rings the front door bell and puts a smile on

his face

The suitable donor opens the door

And The Harvester asks ‘Would you like to make a

donation?’

Before the suitable donor can answer she is shot straight

through the Heart

The Harvester lets himself inside and quickly goes

to the Kitchen and grabs a Teaspoon

Then he goes back to the suitable donor still laying

in the doorway

So he drags her out of sight

And then with the spoon he scoops out both of the Eyes

And puts them in his trusty cooler

The whole Operation has taken just two minutes

He has been and gone before the neighbours even know

that a Killer has been in their midst

For the next two years The Harvester is at Dr Deaths

calling

He does job after job collecting Organs from suitable donors

His Bank balance is growing at a steady rate

But his conscience is getting the best of him

He is way over the killing

And he wont do it anymore

But The Harvester isn’t an idiot he knows that his killings

want have gone unnoticed by the Police

He is losing sleep waiting for that knock on the door

He is a family man and he wants it to stay that way

So he calls Dr Death and tells him that he want kill no more

He is surprised when Dr Death instantly agrees

Dr Death says that he would be best to lay low for awhile

before the Police come sniffing around

The Harvester is relieved to be leaving that life behind

So he goes for a walk to clear his Head

He comes to a Bridge over the local Creek

He gets Dr Deaths phone out of his pocket and just drops

it into the water

That life is finally behind him

Six Months later The Harvester is at home having Dinner

with his Family

When his landline rings

The Harvester looks at the phone and he just knows

that it is Dr Death

He sends his Wife and Kids outside to get things ready

for the BBQ they were preparing

Then he answers the phone his forewarning was correct

Dr Death apologises for ringing him at home

But he has one last job

There would be no killing involved

The Donor would need to be brought to the Hospital alive

And for the inconvenience he will be paid $30,000

Dr Death tells him that the suitable Donor lives alone

And his Heart is needed urgently

Another ex patient of Dr Death is about to bite the dust

So the next morning The Harvester is sitting outside the

suitable Donors home waiting

It is almost 6.20 almost time for the Suitable Donor to

drive to work

Then the front door opens

The Harvester calls out to him asking for directions

The Suitable Donor is getting closer and closer to the

Harvesters Car

The Harvester waits for just the right time then he

Tasers the Suitable Donor and drags him inside his Car

On the drive to the Hospital starts to get an uneasy feeling

in his gut

Cause he has just remembered that he is also an ex patient

of Dr Death

The Harvester should of listened to his intuition

Cause as soon as he enters the Underground surgical theatre

he feels a pin prick on his Arm

He is placed on a bed and is prepared for an Operation

Dr Death leans over him and thanks him for donating

his Heart

He is a perfect match

And that dead men can tell no tales

The Harvester looks Dr Death right in the Eye and says’I wouldn’t

be so sure of that if I was you’

Back at home the Harvesters Wife is getting frantic

Her Husband hasn’t been home for two days

She decides that she will wait until Dinner time

And if he still isn’t home she will call the Police

But then she decides to drive to the Police Precinct

She goes out to the Garage and she spots an envelope

tucked under the windscreen wipers

She opens it and starts to read

She cant believe what she is reading

Her Husband a Killer?

She has been living with a monster for the last Three years

She just keeps on reading and reading

This Dr Death is going to pay

So she drives to her corner store and buys a pre paid phone

Then she places a phone call to the Police

She reads her Husbands letter to the Homicide Detective

Word for word

But to protect herself and her children she remains

anonymous

An hour later Dr Death is doing his rounds going from

patient to patient

attending to their needs

Then he kooks up to see two men in suits approaching and

he knows that his time is up

So he just stands there while he is handcuffed and read his

rights

Dr Death is in a daze as he is led away

He will spend the rest of his life behind bars

I guess dead men do tell tales.

THE END

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