As the sunset in a distant horizon of an entirely parallel universe, something rose in my life, (my parallel life self, but for ease in the complexity, I shall call it me, it is always about me right?) yes an interesting time indeed.
Surrounded by a million people (and I mean million, no exaggeration my friend) I saw an epic mail brought forth by the Water Jackal monster (for all you illiterate to reality, it is what you might call, an internet browser, yes, we still have Internet Explorer, and it still doesn’t work, damn! I was counting on something out of the Microsoft Assembly Line to work. And yes, Bill Gates has managed to package it in a way that Windows seems to sell even here.)
The epic mail brought news of success and manic impromptu celebrations, a huge brand in Public Relations and advertising (who also dabble in News occasionally,) vaguely resembling the name of an organ- was it the heart or the liver… oh yes… It was the Bladder had sent in another request or plead for me to join them (It is difficult to remember with the flood of congratulations from all the planets, yes we have discovered mole men and packed them off to Jupiter, we couriered the Mormons to Mars and Tom Cruise was respectfully asked to leave for Pluto… Bon Voyage… If you ask me what happened to all the Boy Bands, we killed them!!)
I hurriedly made plans to organize a OH-GOD-YOU-SUCK party for all those losers who could not make the short list (how tough is it to get hired, tell me? Is it so difficult?) Just throw out a couple of thousand words on a tireless exercise, about excursions from the valleys and gorges and bang! They are on their knees, begging for me (ideally I would not allow any one to get on their knees unless they are hailing my tough stance on pre-marital sex or offering something precious or it’s a swell woman wanting to offer… something precious, and more than often it’s a neat combination of all three.)
Enough of the tongue and cheek, I realize it get tiny bit exhausting to read through my Success and this futile endeavor of mine and how it brings absolute “joy to your life” (just to quote this little woman with an over inflated ego)
Moving on from the obvious, I managed to squeeze some valuable time, hurriedly put together a few words, while the world’s sirens beckoned me back into their arms (they dig me, my guitaring skills, my swanky black car and that huge tent… in my front yard… yes I have a front yard), I decided to tread along onto another room, another life.
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