Carlton, Senior Listed Player, 2009, Nick Stevens
Nick Stevens, decidely plump, long ago decided that he would try and be someone he could never be. That person was someone with a taste for the finer things; such as masturbating on the bus and copping a feel at the bus stop.
The Hair: makes a lot of a little. Very fair. Far from the best. Dirty. Not much to work with. Abysmal effort. A real lowlight. Lowlife. Howl with laughter. Eyebrows keep the hair out. Sees the world. It burns! Can't see past his own noose.
The Teeth: charming! Overdoes it. Just a touch. Sensational. Dull. Thudding. Persistent. Pain in the eyes. Falling. Apart. The jaw is there to house them. They're there to turn life into mush. Week at the knees. Romantic. Melts. Turned to glue. Soapy.
The Skin: complex. Uneven tone! A little gag. She needs some air. She has a nose. Can't see the fuss. Spotty. Perpetual pubescence. Latent repose. Likes a drink. Dehydrated. Dry on a fence. Stretch. Tan. Puts his foot in it. Stinks like shit. Is.
William Butler Yeats says: "My doppelganger and I are of one mind on this subject. We believe, rightly, that poetry, in it's versified form, is alive and well. It's just that the sieve of the subjects with which you choose to puree the fruits of your labour is one big whole. Does that make any sentence to you?"
Brilliant use of the semi-colon. And great bus stop behaviour. Makes me wonder why I ever stopped getting public transport.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
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