Hammersmith Servants
Attack of wild cats
“Now where are we going?”
“Fine to eat first.”
“Why not all!” Shelly glared with yellow flaming eyes.
“Lunch Dee already belongs to our people.” They're sitting on dead tracks.
“I like fragrant nasih roast.”
“Don't talk about the food. You're a fucking idiot!”
“It doesn't have to be. One month truth we haven't eaten. How can?”
“That's good not to be human.”
“Your answer is right. Maybe humans should know, they educate gently can not, educating hard is more impossible, both are just violence that fight each other, fight over who is the most superior to each other.”
“Still fried how?” Shelly took out the wallet. “My money is five hundred only.”
“You women never crazy respect.”
“I need money just for name. Nothing is more important than the name.”
“No I guess you're more rotten than Paul or Norah not even Luciana nothing, you're the villain Shelly, you know? Your trial threatens mankind, the plague you use only your lust.”
“Not much nonsense. You've been following me a month.”
“What's your goal?”
“The world will not be destroyed if not the man himself brings progress. Progress is now like a sword, cutting down anyone, no matter who is alone in Africa or those who die in the Gulf, progress is already the destruction of man himself.”
“I understand. How's Amanda?”
“Look, his life is fulfilled, is he happy? You know yourself.”
“Amanda is kind and very rash. Can't control his ambition. Maybe money has eaten his heart by now.”
“We should go there, love her, Amanda just need it.”
“Freddie is mistaken, a lot of love does not kill you, instead money kills you faster than love.”
“Many people choose capital because even dead capital is still needed. Unless war breaks out soon. No more people choosing one, they just want life and safety.”
“War no. War?” Cecil gaping counting index finger. “Small probability no.”
“Kebon Kawung one more kilometer. Let's just keep going. It's still eleven nights.”
They stood together. “You're smart. Why like this?”
“No choice. There aren't. Amanda has made me this way.”
Surely the merchant nasih fry already installed tents, oil lamps illuminate the shop, the gardens are deserted and newspapers used empty deck bean wrap. Almost sniffed by a cat, the creature was lying on top of a Chinese food box. Camping cans are getting deflated by oppressed women's shoes. Shelly stroked her stomach. Cecil holds a cat. “How you feel Shelly, so sweet as you! Sweet!” the cat woke up clawing Cecil bertubi. The woman roared to throw the beast into the thicket. Shelly stimulates laughter.
“Nation two mang!” Shelly put a hundred thousand two.
“No change ning.”
“Then just take it.” Cecil.
Shelly doesn't mind.
“I like that salty fragrant, lucky Marry is not here, if true he should I eat.”
“Not good you hate him.”
“Marry never cries. He cries because people hate his insolvency.”
“You're a.” Cecil biting plastic open crackers. Eat it. Rice with a clean plate devoured them quickly and greedily like a pair of the language of human fate that consumed the end of his world, power and position, fighting each other to finish each other like a gelimang ketchup, compassion, and other people, the oil*****destroyed to the large and wide esophagus of starving humans.
Shelly coughed in a sip of hot milk. The stallion glanced silently while shivering violently. Shelly placed the teapot next to a row of fried bananas and fried beans.
“Thanks mang!”
“I'll take a pack of his hotcakes! How much?”
Shelly felt something was wrong. The woman walked quietly into the shop. “Mang, how much is your salary?”
“Fifty a day if crowded ning!”
“Now crowded?”
“Bamai non!”
“Mang nervous?”
“Hot non!”
“Best selling mang merchandise. But mang must look me in the eye!”
Shelly blinded her eyes into the middle of the man's face. “Good mang?”
“Eh-eh! Beautiful!” the man's gumpruk ketiban hot waskom.
Shelly looked haughty at herself in the mirror. The woman fumbled her chest, her cleavage poking out, “Damn it!”
Cecil laughs and kills nuts. Shelly is pinning down her cousin's shoes. Cecil growls assembling.
“Many crocodiles starve everywhere.”
“You're right. We're going to the K hall building. We can tap a lot. That's their power.”
“There's a lot on mabok.”
“Yang is right? You're a socialite used to be.”
“Indeed but never so.”
“You too! Phantomon Tower you control.”
“Amanda cares too much about her people, she has already come out of provisions, once, once the woman had already had a revolution.”
“I'm not sure the revolution really exists. My people orchestrated the outbreak of the revolution. The revolution is none other than our people. There is no birth of a revolution baby other than we ourselves destroy the country with progress.”
“Lucky I'm not you.” Shelly glanced at the mesam-mesem.
“We have to pass the box to get there.”
“Easy, now catch my hand.” Cecil doesn't understand. It's not surprising that Shelly brought her cousin up sooner. They popped into the wooden bathroom in the middle of the cane kebon.
“Lap wall only.”
“Kirik I don't want to!” Cecil took out the bat's wings. Shelly climbed onto the woman's back.
They floated through the big trees, both descending into the barren land, Cecil's wings widened then disappeared. Shelly walked down the gas lamp lighting. Entering the poles of the turn of the road appeared the five young men. They're just practicing ball. “You who!”
Shelly stopped climbing the lair gate. He turned his neck irritated. Jump down. “No business!”
“The building is long dead. No dare to go inside.”
“Have not taken care of us!” Cecil squashed his hands to his chest.
“Maybe they're the plague perpetrators!” someone laughs.
More laugh. “We must have helped your funeral.”
“We will finance it!”
Shelly was tickled, so funny, so anxious she came forward. “You mean this?” Shelly pointed at his nose. Both of his hands were pulling his face. Both of his faces were torn apart in a flash! His teeth are creepy. His mouth opens enlarged with pointed and sharp gums. His face broke out a growl. His eyes glistened. Not impressive. It was actually flaming defiantly smouldering.
The three young men fled the crossroads. Someone hit him on the head hard. Shelly leaped scratching the man's body, gripping conditions, gripping with torn broken innards pulled out the carcass. Shelly ate the man's neck.
Cecil the great cold witnessed that, how not the much admired woman had turned mercilessly cruel, how not his great counsel had already believed and believed. Now, now that Shelly was so savage and starving, the young man ran away but a single hand severed his head. His head fell off. Shelly blindly preys on the other man. A few minutes the woman shrinks smaller.
“Wild nights are never wilder than making love until morning.” he says take a pack of hotcakes in Cecil's pocket. Eat it by sitting on the ground.
Cecil held himself dumbstruck.
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