"Fuck you baldhead! You have nothing in your chest but a bug's heart. You stole the sweet voice of gleeful birds. You bastardized my mercy!" Roared a disappointed soul that has been fed by faded dreams. This did not feel enough, though, to release the compressed resentment.
"Hey, stop there! Shut your cancerous mouth." Echoed a soul within the soul. "Forgiveness is probably the best virtue and as Francis Bacon once said:
"Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed, or crushed: for prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue.” "
Fiona started singing 'slow like honey'.
Then they both sat on a star and lent an ear to the earth once they lived on, to people who fell asleep mumbling these: "Can one know joy without having tasted sorrow? Can one appreciate hope without having experienced despair?..."
They couldn't quite discern if the baldhead was looking up to the very star they were on...
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- Enough, man! The fire is almost dead and the dog is snoring. You can continue writing about the ghosts tomorrow.
- Ok, fine! You always act as if I am the guest and you are the host. By the way, I am not writing about ghosts. Shit! Look what u did, the bloody ink is all over my shirt.
- Not me, it's you. You are too old to play with pen, I am gonna buy you a typewriter when I have some dough in my pocket.
- You mean to say never.
- Whatever...Brrrr, I hate winters!.. Hey buster, gimme an extra blanket.
4 comments:
That is wonderful!
Thank you Paul!
How is the Aussie weather these days?
I really enjoyed this! and you know, I don't know what it is exactly but something about it reminds me of.....Paul Squires!
So I guess that's a compliment to both of you :)
Thanks Emandy, hung the moon! :)
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