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Setting: walking down an alley
Characters: me, him, raven, the universe
It's raining. Eye am under the sky. They rain is, or at least should be on, above, and below me. But it is falling around me. It isn't sure it wants to get me wet. I think it prefers the dirty asphalt than my dirty. As I was walking through the alley I saw a small dark figure approaching from the opposite end.
Grraaaw, crowed the black raven next to me grom atop a ledge nearby. He puffed and ruffled his soaked feathers. He moved his head from side to side in that silly way birds do when they don't understand me.
The small figure of that man was slowly getting closer to us.
Setting: walking down an alley
Characters: me, him, raven, the universe
It's raining. Eye am under the sky. They rain is, or at least should be on, above, and below me. But it is falling around me. It isn't sure it wants to get me wet. I think it prefers the dirty asphalt than my dirty. As I was walking through the alley I saw a small dark figure approaching from the opposite end.
Grraaaw, crowed the black raven next to me grom atop a ledge nearby. He puffed and ruffled his soaked feathers. He moved his head from side to side in that silly way birds do when they don't understand me.
The small figure of that man was slowly getting closer to us.
The raveNous aveNger will veNgefully eNtice Nothingness.
Raaa-haaa-heeiiivenn
Say it, try it.
Raaaahaaaheeiivenn.
"I don't understand it either", I told the wet raven. I am dry and you are all wet. Rain never has liked me, never will.
GRAWR!
Go, run, away, raven! I shushed at raven. I couldn't reach him. He just rested on top of his reign reminiscing of the time he out rhymed a wren in Reims.
French Raven.
Grawr!
Animalia chordata aves passeriformes corvidae corvus.
"Well, nice to meet you too Monsieur Raven"...I would've introduced moiself but I had run out of time time. I had seen the man's face and I knew exactly what was about to happen. What had to happen.
The man was not even 5 feet tall. He was old and defeated. His head was down, his eyes tired, his stride a mere 30 steps per minute. His once full dark hair had been reduced to thin grayish straws, like an old toothbrush. He smelled of hard work and broken dreams, of misdirected efforts and empty good intentions. Always polite, always on time, all ways humble, addicted to the status quo. Quoth. He was soaking wet. His life had never known an umbrella. Maybe, I couldn't really tell in the dark and the heavy rain.
You know this man, you have seen him before, it could be you.
I loathe him. I'd prefer to fight a sabertooth on a roof.
Raaa-haaa-heeiiivenn
Say it, try it.
Raaaahaaaheeiivenn.
"I don't understand it either", I told the wet raven. I am dry and you are all wet. Rain never has liked me, never will.
GRAWR!
Go, run, away, raven! I shushed at raven. I couldn't reach him. He just rested on top of his reign reminiscing of the time he out rhymed a wren in Reims.
French Raven.
Grawr!
Animalia chordata aves passeriformes corvidae corvus.
"Well, nice to meet you too Monsieur Raven"...I would've introduced moiself but I had run out of time time. I had seen the man's face and I knew exactly what was about to happen. What had to happen.
The man was not even 5 feet tall. He was old and defeated. His head was down, his eyes tired, his stride a mere 30 steps per minute. His once full dark hair had been reduced to thin grayish straws, like an old toothbrush. He smelled of hard work and broken dreams, of misdirected efforts and empty good intentions. Always polite, always on time, all ways humble, addicted to the status quo. Quoth. He was soaking wet. His life had never known an umbrella. Maybe, I couldn't really tell in the dark and the heavy rain.
You know this man, you have seen him before, it could be you.
I loathe him. I'd prefer to fight a sabertooth on a roof.
Miau.
I reached into my back pocket and took my spare chocolate donut out. I intentionally smeared some of the chocolate cream on the small of my back as I pulled it out. The large of my back is gonna be so jealous.
The little ruined man had almost reached the part of the alley where a dry shirtless man in cowboy boots was jumping up and down. This man was yelling unintelligible tells at a bird sitting on The Edge of a ledge. This man is me! Is it you? Is it you on the edge? Or is it U2?
I was dry and ready. My conversation with the raven had gone on long enough to distract the little man from what was about to happen to his world. I read the signs right, raven time! This. is. war.
I turned around abrubtly and lunged at him in anger and absolute craze. He looked at me and stood petrified. Mouth open, eyes wild fixed on his. Arms outstretched, chocolate donut in hand, armed and ready.
I sprang feet-first onto his chest, knocking him down to the floor. He had no time to struggle, I shoved the donut in his mouth. Picture it clearly, try it, do it. The cold wet asphalt gnawing at his back. Do you feel it? The mushy chocolate dough forced into his gastrointestinal tract. You with me?
This was his life's umbrella.
"Feel it! The universe has conspired against you!", I yelled and spat as close to his face as I could. His hands were flailing back and forth scratching like kitty claws at my face and forearms. Mine were inside his mouth forcing-in the small ring-shaped cake made of rich dough, deep fried in fat. His black beady eyes never stopped staring at me.
We were in the center of a city where the majority of the populace had moved to the outer rims. Downtown was almost deserted, a large urban hole in the middle of a dark and forgotten town. No one but us would see this glorious moment in time. The french raven saw it.
"Feel it! The universe has conspired against you!", I yelled and spat as close to his face as I could. His hands were flailing back and forth scratching like kitty claws at my face and forearms. Mine were inside his mouth forcing-in the small ring-shaped cake made of rich dough, deep fried in fat. His black beady eyes never stopped staring at me.
We were in the center of a city where the majority of the populace had moved to the outer rims. Downtown was almost deserted, a large urban hole in the middle of a dark and forgotten town. No one but us would see this glorious moment in time. The french raven saw it.
Also called Olicook.
The enzymes in your esophagus are already digesting, don't struggle, embrace it. Love it!
He was exhausted and stupid. He looked beautiful with his eyes all red with fear and tears; his face full of chocolate, blood, and rain.
I loved him.
Desperation was gone from him, exhaustion had taken over. He stopped struggling.
It stopped raining and the raven flew off, with chocolate on its beak.
After three hours of the best conversation he had in years, he walked away at a 50 steps per minute pace.
The universe remains.
Desperation was gone from him, exhaustion had taken over. He stopped struggling.
It stopped raining and the raven flew off, with chocolate on its beak.
After three hours of the best conversation he had in years, he walked away at a 50 steps per minute pace.
The universe remains.
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