We walked south toward Jane St. and Washington where the suicide had occurred. The corner was taped off and the body gone. Tomorrow the papers will mention the possibility of foul play because contusions were found from Lilys boots when she kicked him. The investigation will drag on for months and finally close as a suicide. Lily will follow the investigation and mail in cryptic letters to the NYPD explaining to them how the fat bastard wanted it, and that she wished he was still around so that she could continue to Kick the fat fuck. It was the happiest Id seen her in a long time.
Lily called bruises, blood flowers. Sometimes she would punch me hard in the thigh and then trace the bruise with a pen.
Once when we were ten, Hate Boy called her a cunt. Lily stabbed him in the throat with a pencil sending him to the hospital. After that when ever she saw him, she would whip rocks at him the way he used to throw crab apples at the cows. She rarely missed.
The code was not simple and it was written in liquid and when there was no liquid they used secondary air mixture with Percentage Whispering and Spore in the inverted form of Bacchanal Braille that often had a cortex that was mushroom color between the hours of 6:01am and 6:08 am. This was the only time that the passage leading to the Ferpal could be seen and thus followed. This was where the Culling lived. Jenny did not know the proper sequence of Tocks and thus when ever she went looking for the Culling she grew tired and fell asleep beneath random Fir trees where a Culling would often pass quietly bye, but not with out placing a kiss on her forehead. These kisses left a residue of sticky sugar that would attract the North American Blue Moth that would flutter around the kiss and drink from her forehead. The wing dust from the dermal veins of the Moth would settle into the corner of her eyes and cause Jenny to dream that she was loved by something much larger. When she woke she would run home for supper to find that they had eaten the first food with out her. She then would skulk out the back where she would find Lily waiting for her. They would crawl beneath the porch like cats and eat the Mud Pies that Lily had stolen from the corner store.
Lily called bruises, blood flowers. Sometimes she would punch me hard in the thigh and then trace the bruise with a pen.
Once when we were ten, Hate Boy called her a cunt. Lily stabbed him in the throat with a pencil sending him to the hospital. After that when ever she saw him, she would whip rocks at him the way he used to throw crab apples at the cows. She rarely missed.
The code was not simple and it was written in liquid and when there was no liquid they used secondary air mixture with Percentage Whispering and Spore in the inverted form of Bacchanal Braille that often had a cortex that was mushroom color between the hours of 6:01am and 6:08 am. This was the only time that the passage leading to the Ferpal could be seen and thus followed. This was where the Culling lived. Jenny did not know the proper sequence of Tocks and thus when ever she went looking for the Culling she grew tired and fell asleep beneath random Fir trees where a Culling would often pass quietly bye, but not with out placing a kiss on her forehead. These kisses left a residue of sticky sugar that would attract the North American Blue Moth that would flutter around the kiss and drink from her forehead. The wing dust from the dermal veins of the Moth would settle into the corner of her eyes and cause Jenny to dream that she was loved by something much larger. When she woke she would run home for supper to find that they had eaten the first food with out her. She then would skulk out the back where she would find Lily waiting for her. They would crawl beneath the porch like cats and eat the Mud Pies that Lily had stolen from the corner store.