A loaf for man kind

Never can such a sassy lassie
Be gazed upon again
Never has there been the question
Of why, where and when.

The why comes simply ‘cause
The hunger beast has bitten
Abiding by a flow of loss
No plans, nothing written.

It’s set, of course
In a far away land
Where poverty’s a law

The king shouts and bellows
“Thou shalt not have mercy!”
As he reveals his mighty paw.

She was born so very long ago
Fantasy and mystic rules
A doubt of what awaits her frailty
In this tale of medieval blues

Passing down this vital story
From elder, to father, to son
In hope of an enlightenment
Of what would soon become

Of the world we live in
All will perish but her
Watching over empty streets
Amidst nothingness, the sir

In marble, of pearl
Her eyes resign
Never her wish
The world’s demise

Merely a loaf, she stole that day
With guilt invading, crushing
Intentions were a cry for help
Nonetheless, human race did pay.

"Winston's fortnight in hell" (Prologue)

Watching cars pass by on the highway, a pool of light moving towards a variety of destinations .Late at night, the conclusion of too many twists, in eternal debt to the fucking conscious that makes a rule of its life of hassling me. I look to the very end of the bridge that takes me in, two very primitive characters, In this modern age of hunting knives and automatic rifles they carry a spear and an axe. Naturally, as a human being that pleas sanity I get up and start running to the opposite side of the path, a close by horizon announces what is certainly not going to turn into a pleasant moment. Another two figures, bigger in size and firepower, they are familiar with our evolving world, one of them blonde and grey haired simultaneously demonstrating an absolute absence of personal hygiene, he, as does his companion, looks like he just came walking from a war set a million miles away, his weapon is an indeed intimidating sawed-off shotgun, the previously referred companion sets the origin of my carefully constructed comment, no more than an AK-47 rifle separates me from this overgrown infant, with a man toy. Not much time to think, the thought of them not wanting trouble with me doesn’t even graze my mind due to the crazily controlled stare disturbing any possibility of a rational decision. If I consider confronting one of the parties ill certainly be slightly more inclined to the cavemen on my right, although it doesn’t really comfort me the notion of turning my back on guys with guns. The only insanity to be performed would hurt but not kill, and I do have my priorities sorted out. Jump. Very conveniently, as If this moment in my life is fiction an 18 wheeler appears on the other side of the bridge, a frame of 1 second will be on in 5 seconds, the adrenaline rushes through my body simply because I am not a damn super hero and this stunt can very well destroy me, incinerate my existence from this world, from these past two weeks in hell, but again, not much time to think, I swallow the sweat that doesn’t miss a spot in all of my puny size, and I jump. I am flying, plunging to my death, or my salvation, the truck is beneath me and it seems as if im home free, im not, I miss the frame, and I land fracturing at least 5 ribs, a big car that in my unpleasant state I cant recognize, in the middle of the highway I had so melancholically regarded, it stops opens the door, another big man, a god damned fucking ape seizes me and we drive away, I black out

I guess indifference has become an issue once more.

(an image of a monkey pouting to be pictured in this spot, we apologise for the inconvenience but the tech departement wasn't able to find such an image)

Indifference is no longer an issue.

No breakfast in bed.

Tonight, I had my first taste of married life, the impersonal way I reach my wife as she roams the city with her friends, judging who isn’t abiding by the sacred code of suburbia. We have to wait for “the kids to go to bed”, in this case our guests have to leave before we even consider approaching each other. And they do leave, they do depart as we smile and bid our goodnights, we smile not as good hosts, our notable happy disposition is due absolutely to the fact that we are at last left in our own privacy. We sit together on the sofa expecting something to kick in, but it seems that an effort will have to be made on our part, we were foolish to rely entirely on our own animal magnetism and “chemistry”. So the story goes, absurdly insisting on something that shouldn’t be insisted upon, but after setbacks and progress and rest and resuming to what ran through our minds the entire night we had to endure listening about Ruperts safari and how his suahili always comes out offensive we embraced each other to the sound of my man toy, my elegant ipod. A Tibetan sherpa, after having healed my strained ankle once said that “a man with an ipod isn’t the same as a man without an ipod”, I keep this timeless piece of knowledge present in me at all times, I was enlightened. Carrying on, we listened to our music only to realize there was an absence of matter in our bellies, I sweetly and lovingly attended to that matter as my darling spouse took a bath, in the company of her absent mind, nothing but the sound of water pouring itself upon her. I capably managed to prepare a complex dish of scrambled eggs. We ate as we traded trivial looks contemplating the routine that had become our life. As she closed up our house for the night it was my turn to listen to that hypnotizing sound that drew my worn out body into nirvana. Bed time was getting closer and closer, I made my way into our silent haven, and took my place beside her, we laid, we resigned, we slept. The next morning, five hours later, I woke up to a lonely bed, I had forgotten her early day but still I had made the assumption a kiss would’ve been delivered. She hadn’t left, an empty bed with a cooler atmosphere seemed more appealing, understood. She got ready and the kiss was indeed delivered.

"We will always have Greece."

SMS (simple, manufactured, sublime.)

Always fair muse. You can say, kiss, flee or whisper.
You can doubt, trust, talk or be silent,
for everything you do is done with grace, and dear, to be graceful is to rule everything and all. Quick, cute and vaguely considered words, perhaps I need the very presence of the “you” to do better.