The Lackey's Reverie
I woke up this morning dreaming of candy. She was apparently very pert and needed a spanking. Or so a lucky little Lackette told me in a jealous rage as she threw whatever was in reach at me - stilettos (the knife kind was even sacarier than the shoe kind, but I dodged good) bottles of absinthe and lubricant, pieces of fruit, clothes pegs, scraps of clothing and rope, a copy of Opus Pistorum and a stereo.
As the detritus of last night flew past my ears I had time to reflect on just how cheap and tacky my subconscious can be, and I have to admit I was a little proud. I allowed myself a smile before a vase collected me square on the head. When I came to this time, I was pretty sure I hadn't dreamed at all.
As the detritus of last night flew past my ears I had time to reflect on just how cheap and tacky my subconscious can be, and I have to admit I was a little proud. I allowed myself a smile before a vase collected me square on the head. When I came to this time, I was pretty sure I hadn't dreamed at all.
posted by Lackey | 11:53 am
2 Comments:
That's bloody brilliant! A little seedy, but brilliant all the same. This Lackey is one of strength and iron will if he can stand proud of his subconscious deviations in the face of a livid lackette - and almost certain death...hell hath no fury and all that jazz. Bravo Lackey, Bravo.
Why thank you for your kind tribute, Mr anonymous. You want something don't you? Still you're damn right. I'm brilliant. Ta.
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