The Job

By Agluppos

This life was chosen once, in the distant past. This life offers a family, a kid, and work, and now it has led narrator to a graveyard.. Perhaps cemetery job is a peaceful occupation in the shadows on an ancient, protective institution? No - the market economy has already ruined it all. The overzealous sexton guards workers, their mutual relationships are sour, and the short trips to the city cannot offer relief. Missus is not interested.

It is freak out time...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Agluppos
• Release date: Feb 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9789519891163

Agluppos

Agluppos dwells in an ugly flat with no means of regular income. After many unfortunate attempts living still alone. With a cat. That is from ex. *** Added my Facebook account too, not that I much visit there! *** For the oddball donations, here is my humble bitcoin-wallet .) Thank you so very much! 1K9vrJkNTda9vdTegqCPVaFKe2hJ6Q3AFi

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The Job

By Agluppos

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Thank you for purchasing/borrowing/downloading this ebook. This ebook remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied or distributed for commercial purposes without my permission. More thanks! ;)

© 2013 Agluppos

ISBN: 978-951-98911-6-3 (ePub)

ISBN: 978-951-98911-5-6 (paperback)

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O Fiskars

The deacon devils

The Lexicon of Stone

Obscure French porn pop

Metatarsuses

The armours are sleeping by the road

Bugs

About Agluppos

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Stone's rolling on the graveyard,

the baroque standard lamps stand

by the naked paths

and the surveillance cameras spy blue collars

drawing lines to the sand with Fiskars rakes

I wander behind the bell tower on rock

it is firm against the soles, it will take it

I pull a cigarette secretly, I cough

like on a train they thunder past the village,

the faces and voices

past the wood in their miserable cars

It is a strange whistle stop now, still here I am

even if it doesn't concern me

or really anyone else either

particularly it does not concern my wallet

which remains empty

as this widely deserted garden

and this blank, dull day

they still wage wars beyond the frontiers

and they eat cactuses in the slums behind the sea

and there are bedbugs in our tomatoes

O how this flat,