Giles and Niles Take On The Town
What is it to Occupy a Body that is not Your Own?
Oily rags on Fire
In My past life I must have been a suppressed Pyromaniac for whenever I smell smoke or see sparks and flames I get horny. My only desire is to merge with the intense inferno of whatever nearby flesh.
Fragments of explosives were distributed like Holy Relics
Monocle smeared with rancid body fat
The smell of putrid body odor pushed Convulsions up and out of my Center quickly bringing me to the surface of blessed relief. Flotsam and Jetsam of Orbiting lives coming together then separating
During his ramblings around the canvass stopping as he spied me. His eyes dissecting and classifying me as a new species of insect or bird
No nod of the head but his eyes moved up and down my person as though my body was an ancient scroll or flag being unfurled. We riff and reverberate off each others bones. Licks and Riffs all night long. Conviviality shared. Towels and Cocktails all around.
No Galumphing around. He had pride in his stride.