Autism on Demand

Paul walked up and down the corridors of his space station. He was certain he had forgotten something, but he couldn’t seem to remember what. “Are you sure I remembered everything?” He asked his assistant, a small fat woman with thick glasses. She didn’t need the glasses. She only wore them because she thought they made her look more intellectual. It was this very intellectual look that caused Paul to hire her in the first place.

Nonsense Poem Would you compose mad stories! Like every full wet cloud Just poring dark ice Covers all the air A slow cloth Fall to heaven A sun will ever fade away

Inches from salvation   his breath was heavy and his legs were leaden but still he carried on he was only half a mile from the border with the enemy following his trail a trail of red running through the icy forest covered in a blanket of white from behind he heard harsh voices of men led by the sound of barking hounds

My Hovel In my putrid hovel the fire burns low For sustenance I have a pressing need This wretched meat has died days long gone But I am starving, therefore I must feed