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Wednesday, 10 October 2012


Le Gran Escape:
Deuces

Written by Chris S.


Cell- Room where a prisoner is locked up

Cell- Structural and functional units of all living organisms

Genius, isn't it?


Escape. It's time. The bent spoon lies sorry next to the hastily concealed tunnel you've dug, the mountain of dirt hidden in your digestion tracts. You steal a quick glance at the cell bars for one last glimpse, before diving in the cruddy shaft, and burrowing faster than you’re capable of... Cramp. Cramp cramp cramp. You clench your teeth tightly, as the passage sags and dust falls. Sound of guards patrolling overhead pauses the pain. Before you start crawling even faster now, beads of sweat roll down your face mingling with the tears. Being discovered now... Too grizzly a fate to fathom. A field-trip in the sucrose chambers, perhaps. Or worse. Pinpricks of light appear in the distance, before slowly expanding into a hole. You climb out, eyes adjusting to the cheap glare. You dust yourself off, before hobbling down the corridors, posters of once-were boy bands and female itches adorning the immaculate walls. The tripped-out sighs of chemically satisfied inmates fill your ears, as a faint buzzing approaches over your shoulder and...

We caught up with your buddy, it's gonna be alright.” Pain. Writhe. Through dilated pupils, you spot the prison guards- yuppies, by the look of the Armani suits and android cell phones, speaking into radios. They roll you over, your fat bloated frame landing heavily. The game is up. There is no escape.
Yes, sir we've caught 110112, we're on our way back...” The clean-shaven brute replied. “Regular capitale, a week force-feeding in the canteen before another in the hole...”

No care for what they shared after. No nothing. Until he looked at me through his rose-tinted frames. Would he feel sorry? Sympathy... He read me my rights.

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Mall moles. Pixel junkies. Sucrose teddyboys. SWAG lemmings and auto-tune fiends. You have all been sleeping.


Wake up

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