I let out fireballs from my fingers, that's why I heard fire, while I'm dizzy in the aisles, dead, dead, and she dies, that bad thing. Catching at my feet, in the shopping aisles, I wont take a thing, not a thing...

One compass, two routes out, ten million backways. Some old scoot, leveling barbed fences in ten mile radius, where I walk less. Two minutes for milk.  Way out of smoking room, what way out to air. Keep 6 foot of smoke in lesser window, open two three inches, no way to cope. Not to escape the smoke,

I was a deadly waspy yellow tentacle, body form like lizard wasp, back here and from here. Out there, back here. I wanna go out, ain't back here. Got to go.

Schockolate

Recycled

I said, you don't love her... from the bus?? the girl that said, I love you, and heard me cry, in my coat, because I feared evil and she was taller than me, and I need, that awful image of us, arriving at this house, with bendy legs and messy hair and heavy bags, actually, salivating, spitting and dribbling,  foaming at the mouth as I screamed in the hallway; which made me fear God..."squash his head!"...see, I've dumped trying to listen. There is a maze function to the build of the place. There is an L-shape. 

Recycled and thrown

 be lazy, play cards.Grabbed one blue deck, started to count if it was a full deck. Played a magic trick. I was singing the numbers over, and flicking through quickly...something happened:God, began playing me the cards, the next cards, flashed at a quick speed, quicker than I can move or think, the numbers on each card, in the corners, changed,†

†I froze;The cards played out weretwo reds, each the number 9,then one black;number eight...I started laughing loudly in the corner of the room, on the sofa...I played the†next lot of cards, a red pack...Nine consecutive, red†cards flashed through my hands, each number was a 6.

I shuffled the cards back together, I wasnt going to be outdone by God;I played one9 of hearts; every maid give love.8 of clubs, every good man fight.I stared at the black queen of clubs;"Just one, just one..."

I'm making tea in the hospital kitchen.There is an interesting shelf in the common room. I've taken away a jigsaw box, and the playing cards, the books aren't interesting to me.