Eclectic Epistle

Concuberius Flash Poetry
Stainless Rib Locks of Grandeur
Frippa Tappa loses her virginity by the age of 3
Rastafarians in Melting Cheese Pots

Follicles of Man Desire
Rest assured is he to bring justice
Ay, says the needy man suffering from tuber
shall we continue with the ceremonies

Armed with biryani for Taliban
Shukhran Habibi says the brahman priest
Washing cars fall down the spotted Lazzaro mall,
Lost in a Tamarind seed full of elks

Shall we punch our way through
Bring on light of coined breads
Milk Bars making 20 quid a pop
Ananasia spread out over the Euro Union

The Epicurean's Epifocus

Thus it came to pass that a young man maybe of a tender youthful age of a respectable twenty five left his home in Almodovar and hiked his way for days towards the City of Syphilis.

The young chaffinches escorted him to Novartis and then migrated north as they sensed impending wet draughts in the air pockets en route.

Tchocky was his name of identity - he would call himself many names though - Cross Lion, Calloused Cheetah, Hyadac Hyena.

His belt hung loosely around his waist only to further emphasis the class of impoverishment within which he travelled.

He would show them all his knack at doing what he set out to do.

He would never give pappy and mima a chance to scourge his dreams.

As he passed by the corn rich town of Psepania, he met Ivan the Gallant. They greeted each other with exchange of rings and sugar. Ivan invited Tchocky home to recuperate from his heavy journey.

Brianna prepared wonderful dishes consisting of lamb and corned potatoes, peppered rabbits, fruit cabanas, hen and hammous. The exoticity of each dish was tasted and approved by Tchocky as indicated by the tummy rub he had instructed he would need after the meal.

Spica the Fluent ran around the house trying to look for his bathing flute. This most interested Tchocky as it reminded him of the days when he would run in blue muffin fields where his parents grew boisonberries. The climate throughout the year in Almodovar allowed for the cultivation of such a fruit.

As soon as Tchocky realised that he had fulfilled his hunger and his rest, he strapped on his dusty sandals and left Ivan's home to continue on his journey.

The sun beat down on his brow as he followed the direction of the Synian line. He traversed the wilderness for thirteen moons and he came to the tent of Caleb.

Caleb and Campiana married when they were learning to write at the pedagogue. They sat each day drawing and listening to the sound of the sun going down and the sun rising. Now two hundred and ninety years later they also grew mangoes, large sweet mangoes and reared rare deer. Tchocky met with the two and they immediately invited him into their home for some food.

Caleb helped Campiana roast the venison in the kiln and Campiana set the table to place the cold cranberry and mango short cake. She took some liberties and added a handful of raisins this time in the recipe, which she acquired from her trip to Iran.

Tchocky tied his bib at the table and sat down with the couple and began to eat. They talked about leaving the wilderness to look for a place where they could grow large amount of kiefer. Kiefer was a dry yet palatable by product of the pink oranges that Yarbon was famous for. The fruit splashed a sweet citric ale as soon as the peel was punctured. Citizens of its consumption claim that when such a drink falls upon one, he/she loses their breath for a fraction of a moment and they see Solomon the Besotted and marital bliss is all that is destined for such a person. But they also claimed that whenever the juice would make its way onto someone and the recipient of such an unfamiliar effusion disapproved with a scowl then he\she would lose two days of their life on earth.

Tchocky loved the fruit.

Tchocky talked about his journey and how he needed to reach Syphilis well in time before the Mauryan clout could consume the rich princely image of Copernicum. They all talked and quietly finished their food pausing occasionally for breaks.

Tchocky and Caleb sat after the meal to smoke on some barberra. Tchocky then left the tent intoxicated by the smoke, but not after bidding farewell to the couple.

He trekked his way out of the wilderness and into the virgin forest of Canania where he stopped at the foot of a waterfall that closed the entrance to the waiting mouth of Onan's hiberatorium. He swam the lake. His sharp strokes across the water made it easy for him to cross significantly large expanses of water body. He reached the mouth and dropped himself into the cold hollow air.

He was moving fast. So fast that he could hear his heart slow down then beat faster and faster and faster.

As he was moving Onan joined him. They greeted each other and shouted out well wishes. They needed to shout since the speed at which they went drowned out the air pockets for earth beyond and somewhere in Cruperham there was a heavy downpour of sweet spring water.

Onan apologised for having to be a terrible host since his wife and his mistress were trying to get things ready for the coming of the Mauryans.

Tchocky reassured him of his affirmation and dreamt of the kaavalam near the cobble path to get out of the waterfall. That was the only way anyone was able to go out of Onan's home. Onan built his home in such a way primarily so that he could keep away young steinbecks that disguised theselves as travellers and consumed all the kosher of the resident's house before leaving.

Steinbecks could not dream.

Tchocky walked the road near the kaavalam and reached the gate to the city. Passing through the streets he met pawns, globetrotters, young women without clothes, young men without clothes, bone munchers, spin bottlers, bread bonders, carpetbaggers, tea tenors and many of the cultural inhabitants of the Zion of Carpathia.

As he spiralled his way around the city, he finally made it to the inner cloister of the Cintana Cathedral. As he passed the several big muscled imperial warriors, he noticed the large number of rooms that the cathedral had. He was beginning to get scared as the vortex coned down closer and closer until he was the only thing that was between the wall. He stood on the edge of the last step he would take before he would take the fall. He looked up and the vortex got bigger, he looked down and he saw nothing except for the darkness. He touched the cold wall. It was convincing enough. He stopped all sound and closed his ears while he dreamt the times he enjoyed snacking at his mother's lap on the cream bakes that she made for him when he would come home from school.

Tchocky then jumped two seconds after his tear made the jump.