This was my contribution to the lateast thing at litkicks

[Axanderdeath]

It came in the mail. It was a brown envelope, and I thought it was my porn finally arriving. I
had sent away for it six weeks ago. I left it. The envelope would be opened on valentines day
at 6 am, a kind of tradition.

I lived in brown building surrounded by more brown buildings. I watched the people
out through window from my room. I liked to eat turkey sandwiched and do this. I liked
turkey sandwich’s sexual sense of urgency. Those birds had to get it soon before they were
killed. In a turkey sandwich you can really taste the libido. But this gets boring.

walking to work a bum is sipping on some kind of a bottle. I notice that it is old spice
cologne. I think this is strange, but a great smelling bum.

I have all weekend until the blissful day when I get up at 6 am and open my porn filled
envelope. I am joyful like the six year old’s joy anticipating Christmas. I think some times how
did I get here. I just get a glimpse of a girl and a hart that I had no key to open myself.

It is 5 am and I feel weak and I slink out to the envelope on the table and open it. And
petals fall to the ground, and I cry and cry. Not because of the lack of pornographic photos,
but because of what I have become. Discarded, deflated, and defeated.

Geoffrey Alexander Parsons