Tuesday, 8 February 2011

A MUNDANE KNICK-KNACK


The flags are hoisted, has the citizens’ war just begun? The tribal chants turned into a wild shriek as the sun was barely rising up. I need a break to know what is going on, a little pause to position myself in the right corner and square the situation. With perspective, sometimes, one can understand the weirdest happenings through obviated subtleties. Well, my little silver moments net needed to be taken out for a capture, the responsible: a crowd of restless seagulls flying in circles around a bunch of barrel houses. God knows that I live in another dimension, and that my frequency tunes in only the channel Zen… so it occurred that as this radio station was happily being played, the fury of a million demons fell over me, like as if the very same Vulcan would have hammered me with all his rage. And I wonder, what is the point of such a display? Acting and then think, or probably, to the misfortune of the rest of entangled the birds, never by the ray of understanding being blessed. The silence backed me up, no offense equals no genuflection. Some bullets just can’t hurt. Meanwhile the winged fishers, oblivious to their surroundings, kept busy in their circular task. Ridiculously, it was all a question of vehicles and scratch or not scratch. What can I say? Maybe it was just a little bit too much of a bitter breakfast sip that you drunk. If you had your reasons or not, respectable mental unbalanced citizen, couldn’t worry me less… For me, both, you and you issues, are nothing but mundane knick-knacks. B_Nour

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