5 MWE

There was nothing to the way I stepped into the diseased tree. I had caught a tagged trout--and for that I won five-hundred dollars. The teeth in her head looked more placed than grown. All right, then groan for me. It was kismet. It was time for her coterie to unnail themselves from the diseased elm tree. Let me indemnify you against losses. The first loss: the nudists carried towels around with them. They were nude, but, if they wanted to sit down, they first spread down a towel. This was their way of offering a small killed thing. I was ready to cut the mole off her face. We had first met in the general store. For a while, stroked her stinking dog. It could have been in the weeds. I could have been the rust on a machine. The assassin was so charmingly others. Lying on the floor. Laying the limbs on the floor. The limbs from the diseased tree had the smell of cinnamon to them. The best bait for catching crabs was the comb of a cock. So I cut them all off. First, I killed the cock. Then, I cut off its comb and used it to catch crabs. I had a jar full of the combs of cocks. I had developed the best method for killing cocks. I had an orange traffic cone with the top of it cut off.

A black hat with a gold braid around its crown. I was a member of the union of hatters. We met in the attic of an old woman's house. This old woman, when she was younger, had been a nurse. Her job was to mix the formula for all the babies. She did this by mixing it all in one big metal tub. The smell of all that mixing beige white eventually got her sick. Her husband electrocuted himself because he liked it. I had dark blue pants with black stripes on their sides. I had red gloves. I had a leather strap tied about my neck. My mother painted the inside of her mouth red. I had a traffic cone with its top cut off, and, to kill a chicken, all I had to do was slide the bird in so that its head poked out of the cut-off top. Then, I would put the bird in the cone on its side and chop the animal's head off with a hatchet. Or a machete. Once, I had a broken plate tied to a broom stick, and that's what I used to cut the animals head off. I knew not to used hedge clippers because, so often, the chicken's neck would simply fold and not break enough. The children chased the headless chicken. They wore gray pants and shirts. The wore gray flannels and got chicken blood on it. Now roll in the road. Now laugh, as if flipping open your heads.

It was night, and I found a magnolia tree. It took me some time, but what I did was take lots of lengths of butcher string. I took one length of butcher string and climbed into the magnolia tree with it. It tied one end of the string around the base of a magnolia flower. Then, I got down out of the tree and tied the other end to the back of a bus. I did this over and again--at least fifty times. It is good to put the chicken in the traffic cone because, when it thrashes about after its head has been cut off, the cone makes it so that the chicken cannot ruin itself for eating and break its legs and wings. We would like the chicken not to be too broken before we eat it. They grew rabbits for eating, but they were too stupid to hang them out first. They killed them and ate them without hanging them out because they were too stupid. The place that I went to make phone calls was CLOCK FOOD. They had a phone in a little booth that I could use. They sold horrible greek salads and chicken fried steaks. I made calls but often couldn't speak for my stutter. Some call it a stutter and others a stammer. I was told that, in order to correct it, I should draw the first letter of whatever word I wanted to speak in my pocket. But this never worked. I was told to put my hand on her chest as I sang. I was told to sing the words that I wanted to say. I was told to imagine a ball in my mouth and I had to make it spin with my voice. But I would imagine a coin and would always ululate instead.