I wanted to find Life, and ask whether he could give me a break for a while. He had made me miserable for long enough, and I wanted him to stop.This did, of course, mean that I had to find him. After my unsuccessful attempt to find Atlantis, I was in doubt of my abilities to find Life. Nevertheless, I decided to presevere. Many people had previously told me to get a 'life', so I assumed, that one might be found in the supermarket. They seem to have everything. This lesser 'life' could then lead me to Life itself.
A sister sits by the side of the road, watching the children run.She wonders when it was she had last felt that life was meant for fun.The cigarette falls out of her hand, and a stranger looks on, disgusted.He has no qualms with judging others, even thought his own soul is busted.A jazz lover walks past both, wrapped up in the music in his head.A teenager bumps into him, and wishes he was dead.Couples saunter back and forth, arrogant in their wayThat they no longer walk alone, each and every day.Then there's me.
Have you never seen a grooper?Never?How? I mean...how? Groopers are everywhere. They hide in colours, to avoid being eaten by birds. Every time you touch something, you could be touching a grooper. They feed of electricity. That's why you sometimes get an electic shock when you touch something. It's a grooper discharging.When they are not hiding, they look like multicoloured slugs, with no eyes and thirteen stalks. In the same way they feed off grass to sustain their bodies, they swallow emotions to fill up their minds. They have to borrow emotions, as they have none.
'Do you know what really annoys me?''What?''Really fat people. who eat too much.''That's a bit harsh. Not all people are fat because they eat too much. Some of it is genetic, psychological problems can be involved and...''Nah. They annoy me. I think there is a special section of hell just reserved for them.''What would be the punishment?''I don't know. Maybe they would be forced to eat vegetarian food forever. Like vegetarian sausages.''Or, they would have to constantly run after a doughnut.''Or, they would have to eat each other.''That's really sadisitic.''Exactly.'
Something is breaking through.This craggy soul, all rock and gravel, is stirring. The fire never went. Rather, it remained dormant. Hot veins of magma run throughout, creeping through the cracks and wallowing into the light.This craggy soul is breaking. The weight of the smothering boulders is melting and burning. It relentlessly, restlessly forces its way forward. This sugar flame surging.This craggy soul is bursting with fire and heat. A new molten metal case is being forged.I just hope that I can withstand the transformation. I would hate for my body to burn and crumble, like ash.
Floozing downwards with a zripping sound, the raindrops commit to their suicidal jump earthwards.A cacauphony of green-blue-orange-blue-grey making a shimmering, shivering, slimmering mirror. A tarnished mirror, being held up to the world.The rain washes and swashes its way through the grumping ground, carrying dead rubbish, leaves, dirt and other unwanted things to a final resting place.We just stared out the window, side by side, talking about how we loved the rain. Opening the window and smelling the smell. The freshness of it all. I hope it rains again soon. I hope it rains.