Sadness and truth have never met each other. They have estranged themselves from the worldly affairs. They got married very young and stayed away, interlocked on their eternal honeymoons, drunk to hell and pissed to some heavenly affair. Therefrom a lot of children came. A monster bigger and more terrible with every single one of them.
So they sprouted hybrids of heaven, earth and the underworld to ravage these plains of existence. Gore, sadness, suffering and pain are their invisible weapons. Deceit, manipulation, greed and corruption are their armor.
The only way to pierce their hearts, all at once, is to emit the beam of light from the central cosmic station. Mr Stallion? Beware of that red button! Beware of that red button! Only the daughter of Babylon, sweet is thy name, is able to sit on it at the moment of her very metastasis. And that requires heads of saints and tails of daemons. The heads of all saints. The tails of all daemons.
Get on! Get on!
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Titled: Casovi Matematike. Sadness is, the truth. Rejoice!
To the series: hashem a la carte | shalom einz zwei drei
A Cup and a Head
It has been a remarkable day. Kamerad Tovarish has ordered a cup of coffeee at the local street vendor and noticed something particular in the title printed all over the front cover of Today's newspaper. It disturbed him and he forgot to pay, so he left with his hot take-away coffee in his left hand while scratching his hand with the right, thinking about masses of people that the title might affect today.
Then, just when he was about to cross the rails of the city's tram he heard the shopkeeper calling after his good but unwell suited name: "You did not pay! Come back Tovarish! Come back!" And at the moment when Tovarish stubled to turn back, and waved at the shopkeeper, the tram arrived out of the blue and crushed him to the floor. His severed head rolled down the road, leaving behind the trace of red letters, all the way down to the end of the King Alexander's street. It has written in big letters: Corruption, with some unreadable symbols and signs while it rolled. Everyone who was there stood silent by the event. The red tram stopped. People did not move. As in a catatonic effect even birds, the cats and dogs went blunt. The shopkeeper's face froze in pale silence. Only the coffee cup landed clearly on the floor, not spilling even a drop of that bloody hot coffee. Oh what an even. It should last at least a bit longer. Then we all went on. As nothing ever happened.
#actsofdisobedience