I once looked at the sky and discovered a breach
ever since I have claimed to the world that no God is up there.
ever since I have claimed to the world that no God is up there.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
You Are in a Tent
You a black ugly fruit fly stationed in the ceiling of the tent. Your senses are full of wonders on how to escape. Tranquility reigned moments ago until he 'the intruder' invaded the green space and between sobs screamed repetitively:
This lament broke the serenity of your senses.
Drama t
he Fruit Fly always wanted to avoid at all costs. This was the primary reason why she escaped the obsessive love of her mistress, the Wasp. Inside the tent she was safe and better yet she was able to be her again. Peace and solitude give her strength. Alone she could use her multiple eyes in any given form. Her bony legs acquired dimensional strength that make her stand firmly face-up towards the ceiling but most importantly, and what made her rejoice, were her two upper wings that shine like two polished crystals.
It was difficult to share the tent with him 'the invader'. Soon she was full of senses lamenting the situation around her. Being an insect was supposed to have the most insignificant events in life, but with the drama developing inside the tent; this was turning to be a true human-provoked havoc. She sense a wish of death. How easy was to anticipate the present with all her senses posited in one thing! He, on the other hand, was ahead of the game with knife on the right hand pointing it ready towards him. Nothing else was more obvious. He wanted to commit the great end. How much drama could unfold inside the tent--she thought demi disgusted, and curious to learn more about her own faith aimed her senses towards the future...
She suddenly remembered how she flew around the green space to inspect the scene of the crime. This protocol inspection allow her sense to construct an idealization of her own death. Only her antagonist sense could make her retract and return to her mistress. But perhaps was her heroic sense who install her the desire to remain there, so she can conclude her last mission. Her natural pre-destiny now was a set event not so far away. She was content.
His last moaning came right before he shut his eyes. Right after her moment of truth arrived. She turned off her senses and felt her steps towards the bloody lava. She sensed no regrets.
"Why my lord!" "Why...!"
This lament broke the serenity of your senses.
Drama t
he Fruit Fly always wanted to avoid at all costs. This was the primary reason why she escaped the obsessive love of her mistress, the Wasp. Inside the tent she was safe and better yet she was able to be her again. Peace and solitude give her strength. Alone she could use her multiple eyes in any given form. Her bony legs acquired dimensional strength that make her stand firmly face-up towards the ceiling but most importantly, and what made her rejoice, were her two upper wings that shine like two polished crystals.It was difficult to share the tent with him 'the invader'. Soon she was full of senses lamenting the situation around her. Being an insect was supposed to have the most insignificant events in life, but with the drama developing inside the tent; this was turning to be a true human-provoked havoc. She sense a wish of death. How easy was to anticipate the present with all her senses posited in one thing! He, on the other hand, was ahead of the game with knife on the right hand pointing it ready towards him. Nothing else was more obvious. He wanted to commit the great end. How much drama could unfold inside the tent--she thought demi disgusted, and curious to learn more about her own faith aimed her senses towards the future...
She suddenly remembered how she flew around the green space to inspect the scene of the crime. This protocol inspection allow her sense to construct an idealization of her own death. Only her antagonist sense could make her retract and return to her mistress. But perhaps was her heroic sense who install her the desire to remain there, so she can conclude her last mission. Her natural pre-destiny now was a set event not so far away. She was content.
His last moaning came right before he shut his eyes. Right after her moment of truth arrived. She turned off her senses and felt her steps towards the bloody lava. She sensed no regrets.
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