I like shoes with thick soles. You can't feel the ground. If there's nowt but air beneath you then it can't crumble and let you fall. The again, you may be just falling anyway.

George wore shoes with soles as thick as ox tongues. He knew he had nothing to stand on, so he just imagined he was free falling. He expected to hit an obstacle one day. He hoped to hit more than one. Maybe he could hang onto a branch protruding from a cliff. He would always fall asleep and let go though, if the branch didn't snap first.

I don't want to stay up with a branch, I want to bring a branch down with me. To fall together to the unknown. I wouldn't look for anymore obstacles then.

George found a branch, and stuck with it. Right until he fell onto a bus balancing on a ledge. He couldn't move without disturbing the balance. He tried to put the branch in a pocket but he was naked. He dropped the branch, it snagged. He reached to get it. The bus fell, he watched it go down without him, carrying the branch with it.

Free falling. He can't get another branch yet. My arms are still stretched out.

Dog Shite

The lady let the dog go out and shite, on the field. She didn't pick it up and it was not very nice...
Lasers detected the dog the next day it came back to have a shite. It was fried by the lasers of justice and responsibility.

Morales

The children were playing in the field outside Mr Tree's house and broke one of the chairs which were in his garden.
They decided to ignore it rather than tell Mr Tree or even just run away. Mr Tree came out and asked the children who had broken it. They said, 'Why you talking to us like that bruv? It was already broken.' Mr Tree said he would tell their parents they were being rude and maybe broke his chair. Most of them got scared and ran away. Except for one loud mouth called 'fat botch' who protested and shouted 'how dare you talk to us like that, its a free country. I knew the people who brought that chair here before you even moved here.' Mr Tree went inside, to his upset wife.
A nearby neightbour saw this and got his gun.
'It's a free country is it fat botch?'
'Yes!' she shouted.
She died.

Struggle

This world man, is not for we,
Who with we were pure,
Nor those who push the boundaries
Beyond, No.

This world is for those who,
Struggle and
fuck and fight and won't give in.

We accept the whims of what is wrong
and right,
and are not happy?