he was a pretty animal that walked by a television screen in a shopping centre at peak hour
he was right there in the middle of the shopping centre and… in the middle of the shopping centre, in the middle of the screen, all blue and shiny and full of plasticy culture flies – buzzing and tapping on the front of the screen glass..
all colourful and shiny and moving like a moving image.. moving.
all festering brain goo’d multiplying ‘neath a gallon of rats and sweaty herbivores pretending not to be clairvoyants.
it was okay
he was ok
he was a pretty animal