from a hole lead by a dangling carrot,
the dog gets fed.
There was an automaton and then a second; a third, a fourth, and onward it is reckoned. Tinkered and toyed and broken to malfunction, to go mad with dysfunction like a collision upon a railway junction.
when me woke, me hurt.
thought I died, I did. instead I was cold. any little movement or motion I made felt like a thousand deaths. the onion milks was all gone and I found rebirth in clockwork. no other choice. maybe I coulda been a sausage man with the freak show. join the circus with that big bloke. build a bridge out of me.
like tricks? old chap’s got tricks.
Strangely, over 260 people follow this blog, yet there has never been a straightforward answer as to what this is all about. Now the answer is clear, this is the site for the forthcoming novel, The League of Ornery Bedfellows, the second installment of Spectacular Moments of Wonder with Dr. Monocle.
A little secret.
Hidden just beneath.
Click if you’d like.
If you dare.
Spectacular Moments of Wonder with Dr. Monocle: The League of Ornery Bedfellows
The side-quel to That Certain Gentleman, out now!
one.
… kill the man with the monocle.
…two…
it’s the laughter of a riot trapped within a four-wall world.
the sweetness of revenge when it drops on cue.
i fancy a splendid wreckage like spider-webbed porcelain,
marching against a clockwork of a second too slow.
… three…
… 4 … … …
Bunk, rubbish, and nonsense. An old gent with arthritis and a cane? Old rickety bones and a bit of bad eyesight? hahah. HAHAHHAAHA hahaha HAHAHAHA. AHAhahhahAHah hAHaHAHAh haHAHa HAHAHa haHah HaHAHah. Bloke, we’d be happy to take your coin.
- The Fool
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