Such screams, the daft stagnant puddle of water, and oil. Trembled with the pitter patter of running. Stagger into frame, the lense shook, poping here and there like a vogue shot. Rot was the face, framing the fire, and the exploading car in the left pocket. Shook the eye frame, and blood drips down the zombies face, 100 gone, alll done. Shook the eyes, and they bled for the fleeing wonders.

Pitter patter, the rain dropped and dripped, along the trail of oil, gas, blood, fire... Wooosh the fume went when it met the flame, oh the songs. And the bled, like oil in the skyline, all dieing. A shooting star led the frame to focus on drifting green eyes, a signature of the things to come. A purring led the eyes down, and feet did shuffle, oh they shuffled.

Mrs Mayham made her sheets tight. All white. The cat purred and rolled around on the fresh comforter, making sounds. A light, lit the hall, all went quiet, the mouse wiskers stilled for a second.

Along the fire a bleeding body roared as it did rise up. All fuming steam and fire for tears, it was trying to reach the naked woman waiting with face to the sky, screaming.

The morning said hi, with a few cars humming along, light played with the drifting dust, a cats whiskers played a tune, only the humming mouse could see. It played along, and the dogs started to whine when a plane flew far far over head.

Such a mouse, oh it was cute. It squeked with joy, oh it loved to be, loved. Oh little mouse, whiskers wistled along, telling a tune. A wet nostril, smelled the air, like a empty museum, relics drifting along like bright shine, and dark shadows from corner of cornias,

A shutter, shook, like a bomb. And walls of nature crafted death, for life, and death, for life. Oh the tales, a burning zombie screamed at the dead woman, tearing her name into the sky, telling the moon of the fire, of the sun.

Gravel, shoe prints, made a grinding noise. The sky agreed, with waiting arms, and sunshine smiles, the kiss, like mom, like brother and father, oh dad. For Sun was waiting for kitty. Purrrrrr she says, when mommy borther father tastes her pores, the deepest kiss, along hairs standig on end, waiting with fresh tears, oh joy.

Pop went the gun, child screamed with joy, oh what a game! Little lights popped and zanged all around, and the sky shamed us all with stars, that shone like gods. Oh heads popping here and there, quarter me this, and quarter me that. A little ghost said it was lonly, the little girl stood, staring into a dark corner, eyes of green, sparkled for her, like the little giggle she let out. A happy face followed all, and all, for upside down.

The dead woman, all in fire, bled. From all parts she was wilting like the rose in a hot fire. Oh woman, please for me. And she rose up staring death in the face, followed by a lusuence of life, a kitty wondered why. The sky was looking for a taste of death, for life. And all was waiting for the kitty to take its first breath.

All in sunshine, waiting with yawns, ahhhhhww ohhhhhh the irony. A sound much like that of a cat roared from the open window. Speedy looks up after adjusting her hair, Tommy is radient, looking down from the open window sill. Oh sky, a black bird flew by, for a second it shadowed the bright shining sun.