Monthly Archives: January 2011

Free Fall

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The Evil One

Stay away
from the evil one,
the one who doesn’t care.
He’ll woo you with his sugary words
then devour you like regular fare
when everyone’s not looking,
too busy in their own worlds.

Stay away from the liar.
He’ll lead you to his lair.
Sneaky, plotting, a treacherous
soul indeed.
Never let your heart flutter
when he overflows you with good deeds.
He has the charm of the devil,
a beautiful demon with a tucked tail.

Stay away
from the false one,
the one who lacks a heart.
He doesn’t feel anything,
he’ll kill you in a snap!
His eyes are blind to suffering,
ears long deaf to cries.
His skin has gone cold to the touch
and he cannot remember any warmth!

Stay away! Stay away!
Stop your feelings for a second.
Avoid jumping into his jaws
with your love soaring to the heavens.
The merciless evil one will tear your flesh,
grind your bones,
fry you in your own grease
and season you with your romance.
For the evil one knows no intimacy,
a creature of the darkest dark.

So never set out for the blackest woods.
Go back while you still can!
No human awaits you
where the sun doesn’t shine.
The evil one is brooding,
waiting for the next lady fair
to awaken his morbid hunger
and end all hopes again.

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Jean and the Beanstalk

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away but definitely in the UK, there was a girl named Jean and somewhere in this fairy tale, she’d get some magic beans and an enchanted beanstalk. Of course, as early as now, it should be obvious that Jean’s no Jack ’cause, first, Jack’s a boy and Jean’s a girl. But also, and I guess more importantly, Jack’s poor while Jean’s fairy taley filthy rich.

Jean was fairy taley filthy rich ’cause she drank different flavors of coffee every day and posted the picture of the flavor of the day on her bedroom wall without fail.

She lived with her mother in an apartment where no green grass grew but where they did keep a cow in the form of Jean’s grandmother. Well, how could anyone argue that she wasn’t a cow when all she did was eat and get hated by the two for being fat and lazy? So they sold her, mysteriously forgetting the fact that if not for her, the two ladies might have never come into existence both in a fairy tale or in a real world.

One day, on the way to the mall to drink the day’s toffee nut super vegan impossible no-whey, no-weight latte, Jean met a guy with magic beans behind his glinting aviator glasses. How that was possible is completely irrelevant ’cause somewhere in this story, there’ll be a giant cupcake with a knack for interrogating humans and that’s more BS, if you ask me. So well, the guy with glinting aviators said, “You down?” Jean replied, “Hella down!” And the guy, deeply feeling how down Jean was, gave her all the magic beans saying, “Baby, no matter how down you are, these babies’ll bring you up.”

Back home, Jean showed the magic beans to her mom who said, “What the heck are those?” Continue reading

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I Talk to Make You Agree. Therefore, I’m a Jerk

Is agreement the whole point of talking?

Can we reduce it to this: two men discussing whether a rock is gray or brown?The first man  says, “That rock is definitely gray” while the other one says, “No, that rock is definitely brown.” So the first one gives evidence that the rock is gray, presenting perhaps a chart that lists down the conditions for when a rock is to be called a gray rock. The other one, upon reading the chart thoroughly, agrees. In this situation, talking ends.

Of course the problem here is when the other person vehemently disagrees that the rock is gray. If he can conjure up his own chart or exploit the other one’s chart thoroughly for mistakes that could destroy his proposition. If neither one agrees to the other one”s proposition, then things may even take a dive for the ugly. The gray-rock person can punch the brown-rock person in the nose for not agreeing. The brown-rock person can commit suicide to prove his point. In this situation, talking never ends.

And that’s the whole point of talking.

I talk to make you agree. Therefore, I’m a jerk.

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