Sometimes I miss being human.
Usually, though, I am tethered to humanity through a vast and intricately powerful set of emotions. I cycle through as if nothing is wrong. Pedal, pedal, petal...
INT. DRUG STORE - DAY
A pretty yet quite obese cashier calls up the next customer in line, a young black buck with some toiletries and a copy of MAXIM with an anorexic bleached blond filleted on the cover.
CASHIER:
I wonder what she did in a past life to look like that in this one?
The black buck just shrugs, pays and leaves.
I contemplate her question for a moment before stepping up to cash out myself.
SAVIOUR ONASSIS:
It must have been something bad.
Then I smiled at her. A gentle, genuine smile, as if to say: You are prettier far than she.
The cashier twitched slightly before ringing me out. She did not return my smile.
C'est la vie...
Petal, petal, petal... HE LOVES ME!
A dinner party was dramatically cut short when two of the guests retired to another room. Moments later, one emerges, enraged, panting and hungry for escape. Then came the screams. Yes, a lover's quarrel gone horribly wrong. The bloodied party screamed: "He hit me!"
My answer?
"Yes, but darling... Did it feel like a kiss?"
Surgery was performed in sobriety, the following day.
Petal, petal, petal... HE LOVES ME NOT!
We don't have to do this, but it feels so good. Like teenagers, we can hardly stop...
"You don't have to swallow that if you don't want to..."
Petal, petal, petal... HE LOVES ME!
As I tear the petals away, I confess that these stories have been edited, quite extensively in some cases, but are, nonetheless, true, true, true... Like reality television, the atomic age and death. We all get along somehow, don't we?
If you have an axe, by all means... GRIND IT!
3 comments:
You've got the holy trinity of blog labels there Saviour O.
I was going for a tabloid kind of life, I guess.
I don't know how holy it is.
Pure, undistilled genius. The axe is on its way down.
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