Those kids and their glue

A cold night moon lit night, a fresh clean blanket of snow lay to cover the ground. An old man is walking down a dimly lit alleyway, staggering side to side. The old man's face covered by over grown hair and his eyes are tried, and faded. His refuge from the cold in a brown paper bag. A bottle always held the answers to his life's problems, though he knows it caused more then solved. He feels the nip of cold on his face and the bitting pain on his feet the beginnings of frostbite, the man takes a swig to numb. He thinks and wonders how long since sleep has taken him or has at least rested his legs. Finding a place out of the wind he sits and tries to close his eyes for a little while, but a cold hand continues to shake him a wake. The old man cold, weary and with bottle in hand gets up and staggers on into the cold night searching for rest that is never to be found.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

A fly in an ice cube

Close your eyes. It's quiet now, you can sleep. While the world is awake you sleep. You sleep and dream. Bright rooms give way to darkened passages. Feeling your way through the dark. You find your way to a great hall with an enormous banquet table. The table is filled corner to corner with dishes, and any variety of treat that one can imagine. On either side of the table line filled with people carrying the dish that they made. They eagerly wait for their dishes to be tasted, judged, and found fit to join the rest on the table. You stand in line with your specialty in hand. You shuffle along in line closer and closer to the front. You're close to the front now and you can see the judge, you realize that it's a pig, just a simple pig consuming every thing it sees and there by is judged fit for the table. You smile stepping up, holding your dish out proudly waiting for it to be sampled. The pig sniffs it a few times, it takes a bite... the mouth full is spat out, it spoils and rots as it hits the ground. The next person steps up, the pig shoves it's snout into the dish, devouring it in it's entirety.
As always I remain,
the Destroyer of Worlds