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The missing snake who was once employed by tellalie.com has been found!

It has been reported that although she remained in a suit. Her head had been removed, with a slow, deep cut to her neck. The killer chopped her tail off and shoved it down her throat, into the cous cous filled cavity, her stomach.

     Her suit was grey with black trim, and a stain of instant coffee on the left lapel. tellalie.com has minimal standards for their kind of employees. Her footwear was open-toe sandals, tan in colour, it was summer after all.

We’ve been advised that the authorities have spoken with a key witness, who stated that she had witnessed the entire murder. We managed to catch up with her when she left the station, and after all that she said:

Interviewer: ‘Thank you for agreeing to speak with us. It is such a tragedy when something so horrific occurs in our community. I understand that you are in shock and processing everything, but could you tell us what happened here?’

Interviewee: ‘Well, what I saw was a snake in a suit have her scaly head sliced off. I mean, she wasn’t the prettiest of snakes and, well. She did work for tellalie.com, but she told LIES!’

Interviewer: ‘What do you mean? Surely you don’t believe that anyone deserves to be treated in such a manner?’

Interviewee: ‘So what you’re saying is, those who tell lies don’t deserve to die?’

Interviewer: ‘Excuse me?’

Interviewee: ‘That fucking bitch ass snake told a fucking lie and has been blessed with death. Yes, she deserved to DIE!’

The interviewer looks nervously into the camera lenses and then over to the Cameraman. Before mouthing ‘Did you have anything to do with this?’

Interviewee: ‘I saw that the killer used a knife they stole from that kitchenware shop on the Highstreet. It was lime green in colour, and I’m sure I spotted remnants of mushroom on the tip of the blade. It was a beautiful death.’

You’ll say this, and you’ll write that. You’ll cry insanity and parade down the anxiety path.

You’ll hiss, and you’ll slither.

You’ll hope, and you’ll craft, you’ll scheme and you’ll plot.

You’ll never cross Unique again, for your status has been updated – ROT!

Unique’s Song

Unique’s Song

Unique & Crow, like to sing, every day, in fact.

Unique thinks she sounds like Mariah Carey, Crow thinks she sounds like trash.

Listen…

‘Red, yellow, green.’

‘Blood, bananas, broccoli.’

‘Green, purple, black.’

‘Puss, bruises, rats.’

‘Black, pink, white.’

‘Scabs, flesh, die!’

‘White, blue, orange.’

‘Coffin, eyes, LUNCH!’

Crow flew on the bronze fruit-bowl and devoured two oranges.

A B C

A is for Authentic

B is for Bagel

C is for Crow

D is for Unique

E is for Unique

F is for Unique

G is for Unique

H is for Unique

I is for Unique

J is for Unique

K is for Unique

L is for Unique

M is for Unique

N is for Unique

O is for Unique

P is for Unique

Q is for Unique

R is for Unique

S is for Unique

T is for Unique

U is for Ubiquitous

V is for Unique

W is for Unique

X is for Unique

Y is for Unique

Z is for Unique

Mr Smith

From the mind of Crow

Mr Smith

Mr Smith had a big house and a white picket fence.

Perched on a tree beside Mr Smiths bathroom window, Crow thought about ways to help Mr Smith.

The next day Mr Smith screamed in horror, at the discovery of a giant dead rat.

     It was both the large size and that its head was now hanging from the hot tap in the bath, that caused Mr Smith to faint.

Upon waking up, he found the head of the rat, glued onto his own head. Teeth embedded into his left eyebrow. Tail pushed into his bleeding right thigh.

Beyond the screams of pain, Crow can be heard singing his most beautiful song yet.

Sickness

From her observation

Sickness

With my righthand I swirl pools of darkness, I can assure you it’s warm and contains pieces of pigs feet. They’re still warm from marching out of your throat and stopping beside my fingertips.

I pick one up and toss it to Crow, he devours it with a few swift pecks. Thank you.

Light from your television, gives us vision to this thick consistency, the smell is disgusting. Still, with my right hand, I squish chunks of pineapple and throw them into the air. Crow hops to the left, his tiny feet making even ripples in your mess.

SPLAT! The chunk lands right in front of him. He fluffs out his feathers, and I notice specks of your vomit on his left-wing.

Crow motions to me by looking down at the now reddened piece of pineapple. I swish my hands around and around, spelling out the following:

     I AM YOUR F

Crow crows, I snatch up the scarlet reward and bite into it.          

I can assure you, it tastes as if I bought a plastic-wrapped fruit pot from, well you know, a place where you purchase nice fruit pots from.

Crow hops on my thighs and rubs his head against my stomach. It’s his way of expressing his love for our friendship.

I take my right hand and the bloodied sick drips onto my thigh before I stroke Crow. I swear to you this little bird knows how to purr.

Ess

From secret observations

Help me Unique, I think I’m depressed.

You’re a fucking mess, please suppress your distress and don’t press it on me.

I confess I was impressed with your success.

Was.

Nevertheless, I digress.

You obsess as I undress and you suck on my breasts.

What did you say earlier?

‘Hey Unique, I think I’m blessed.’

The Cloud

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The Cloud

Up in the cloud I rest, I’m an angel.

Watching you hypocrites is awfully painful.

Smiles upfront, but behind you could prove fatal!

I don’t need to be near you to know you’re ungrateful.

Those secret conversations about me are distasteful.

My shield, Crow, will forever be faithful.

He will gut you like the thing you are.

10/10 I’ll award his appraisal