Rabbit Hunting

Last night I rushed from the house at dusk wearing just a T-shirt on my top half. I was seething with heat and warm right through. The setting sun was the deepest brightest red you can imagine. Pure and terrible. I was hunting rabbits across the field. I was running on all fours, ass naked, with my credit card in one hand and my mobile phone in the other. I didn’t catch any, but my girlfriend did and was happily feeding a baby rabbit to a human baby who was happy to gum the soft flesh like a juicy scrap of warm greasy chicken. I held the body of a tiny rabbit in my hand and could easily peel away the skin and get to the nourishing flesh beneath. I raised the skinned corpse to my nose and smelt nothing.

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