the return of "HubblyBubbly".
Posted by ronrage9 | Posted in | Posted on 2:45 PM
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The heat can’t be ignored, neither can be the fact that I was out of water. There is no point trying to quench the thirst with boiling beer that I was left with. I was triggering ahead, but there is a fancy deal about being present exactly in the middle of nowhere. I was there and as usual, I was three sheets to the wind and with me, there was a herd of colourful unicorns.
I had been driving for the whole day; I had been sipping in the sun for as long as I could remember. There was breeze, yes. But it carried all fatal ironic essence to it and more than any apparent one, it was its warmness. My 1960s truck had been as tired as I was, probably a bit more. But in this fateful ambit of acrimony and hopelessness, I saw those ribbons wave as my truck moved. They had a little red, a little green and blue in them. Flying against the motion of my truck, they made sense probably more than my very own existence.
“I could feel the concordant world around
For I was the hero to break this ground
Like a starling presence to them mud and fodder
My loud shouts and orders, were for thy to hound”
I had been driving for the whole day; I had been sipping in the sun for as long as I could remember. There was breeze, yes. But it carried all fatal ironic essence to it and more than any apparent one, it was its warmness. My 1960s truck had been as tired as I was, probably a bit more. But in this fateful ambit of acrimony and hopelessness, I saw those ribbons wave as my truck moved. They had a little red, a little green and blue in them. Flying against the motion of my truck, they made sense probably more than my very own existence.
Spending the whole day in this desert, could suck the life out of you. But I was here to breach into the solicits that the mundane ghosts offer back there, where the dwellings bell. I wasn’t able to figure out the route, it was only obvious. But this, and the heat were non that bothered me anymore. I was moving in circles and was breeding into fathoming the vastness of my congeniality with omnipotence. Far away from the last dwelling was I, with a gazillion hectare of leveled terrain beneath me; untamed, un-withered & un-quelled. I was feeling the Columbus in me and the bliss in being at helm of my archduchy.
“I could feel the concordant world around
For I was the hero to break this ground
Like a starling presence to them mud and fodder
My loud shouts and orders, were for thy to hound”
There are different magnitudes to the story one writes in his life. Either we feel we are human, or the more wise ones realize we were. The love we chase after and the green pastels and plastics have become analogous. For once if we could fender our lives with a little more of “life” in it, for once if we could pull the strings of music to sound unreasonable, for once if we could plead that girl into our lives and if for once all this could barge out of the dreams and heavens while we sleep, there would be to less scope for any parody to be made on our primitive states; the parody that we have made on ourselves, the parody that we have been living for as long as our “modern history” dwells into the past for. Every single penny spent, is yet another lie pushed into the world. But there has to be a regression, for the law of nature impends with it.
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