Hello, my name's Yesh and I'm a freelance cake thief. I do art stuff and write things.
Coriander was in one of her moods. Demanding vegetarian sushi, wee-ing on the kitchen floor, tearing the first and last pages out of books and moaning about Wittgenstein.
She was trying to disrupt me. I'd been given a new set of coaxial cables for my birthday and was concentrating on polishing them. Coriander had always been envious of my hobbies and interests.
Its funny how things look when you cover them in lightly sifted flour.
Never mistake a photocopy for a painting - or a baby that's not there for one that is.
It was time to get out.
I find leaving the house increasingly difficult on account of the pavement being much smaller than it used to be.
Can I get by? Yes, yes you can... Then move out of my way please.
People have begun to notice that one of my eyes is bigger than the other.
The smell of old shoes excites me. I like gin. I'm not scared of your medium-sized spanner or any part of your beautiful tool kit.
I got home to find Coriander ironing the carpet.
Ich bin hier und ich bin nicht sicher, dass ich es will. Ich habe ein Gefühl, dass Sie dabei sind, es mir irgendwie zu geben. Essen Sie mich und behalten Sie mein glänzendes Streifband in Ihrer Brieftasche.
I'm fond of my left kneecap even though it's broken.
Come here and kiss my elbow for luck. Give me sugar. Take Coriander away and lock her in a tiny cupboard so that she can never get at me again.
I want you to lick the naughty freckles off my face. Say goodbye to me backwards. If you do these things I think I could almost love you.
this is me, doing what I do best
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YOU'RE LIKE A CHICKEN BUT YOUR MADE OUT OF KITTEN