this morning #226.

this morning, mid-sentence, he paused, realizing he was about to say something foolish about the way he paced his words. to be more clear when speaking he would try. he was told that he was too focused on what other people told him. it was all starting to effect confusion. to shake things up a bit, he chose to insert a few of his favorite words into the conversation. fucking twats. it was these two magic words that punched things up. he fell flat with a thump. apparently his joke had too. what was left was a space where his teeth once were, a gap in the conversation that brought the proceedings to a halt. in the end, he was sufficiently silenced.