Entry 3 - Lisa, Falling Apart
Brad began to tear at his shirt sleeves whose tight grip around his broad biceps was the only thing holding Lisa's eyes from feasting on the secret she had been hoping to uncover for three years, spelled out in inky, forthwright lettering in swoopy lines across Brad's inner arm.
Too impatient to wait for Brad's biceps to batter down the walls of their linen prisons, Lisa began undoing the buttons on her long, velvet scarf, driven by blind need to satisfy Brad's hunger for quality foodstuffs with the directions she could utter only without the restricting fabric wrapped around her moist mouth.
Brad nearly froze his enormous thighs in grief when he noticed that Lisa's scarf fell away from what he expected would be a beautiful pair of full, red lips stretched together into a singular entity of unnatural repose, as if the two had given into their lust for one another and decided to bond.
Lisa ripped Brad's arms off and threw them in a river.Β
"You were never human," Lisa said. "Humans don't look for perfect. They look at the imperfect and find beauty."
Brad bled to death, wondering how a woman so beautiful could speak so clearly with her mouth closed.
