"i'm looking for my mother to kill her"
"my, my." said sherlock holmes, "that sounds a bit extreme."
lestrade looked on quietly
on one hand he approved of holmes method
on the other he was shocked
killing was serious business
in his opinion words meant something
newer views were taking hold
gentlemen in positions of influence
forwarded theories
on the irrelevance of language
refuting centuries of received wisdom
moll johnson the pickpocket
youthfully snarling and insouciant
made eye contact with lestrade
on a nod from holmes
tom jubb the constable
hustled poor moll away
"elementary, my dear lestrade," holmes explicated
"remnants of prehistory
tumble through the child's brain
obviously irrelevant
kinetically
interesting however -
let us take a walk"
leaving the docks behind
holmes and the worthy inspector
entered a broad thoroughfare
reminding lestrade of a battlefield in the punjab
3 comments:
but killing mothers
was a taboo
so he became a serial killer
murdering women
and leaving no clue
trust is murdered by fear
and fear is love denied
holmes knew what the boy's desire happened to connote
but he was just interested in
finding answers to questions
not identifying the scapegoat...
nice analysis
and that's not all this is...
enjoyed separations between the pairs...
I love it, but do not repress yourselff,let all the anger out, you are not going to harn her cause shell never see you anger, Drop guilt, kill it if you can, better kill that bastardm that on top of being a pain in the but is inmortal
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