The world is populated with fictional characters. An endless list, from Ali Baba to Robert Zimmerman. Names we are more familiar with than our neighbour's. Everywhere we don't look, Santa lurks. The Tooth Fairy slides her moneyed hands under your pillow and into your dreams. Jesus is in every school. People who don't exist are becoming the newest majority, and we may not stand a ghost of a chance.
Like Jacob Marley and his knockers we are haunted by the spirits we consume, and we find them dry.
Christmas past and Christmas presents. Every box we open contains a plethora of Pandora's chocolates. Take a bite. Every savoury filling was made by someone who doesn't exist. Moist and creamy, the sweet trickle of flavour slides down our throat, making our bells jingle and filling our stockings with something to tell the Baby New Year not to do.
We love Thor's day, and the promise of soon being hammered. It is the rabbit test of holidays, especially Easter and its bunnies. Hugh Hefner has been bed hopping for years, and though his tales are fluffy, men prick up their ears at the thought. Though we never expect it to happen, sometimes a Delilah or a Mata Hari walks into our life and we are screwed.
Shadows hide underneath every light, and they all have names. Real or imagined, every person you know is in some way haunted by the ghosts of every person, he or she, has ever known. My only word of caution...
Wear a condom.
DaBuoy
Wednesday 30 November 2011
Occupy The Cracks
There is a whole in the flag. It is torn and tattered. The colours have run. There is no one to salute the mast of our social disease. Our beliefs are as titanic as our consumerism, and the iceberg of a limp and flaccid economy has pushed at the entrance of our lifestyles. The lifeboat, that is, our social safety net is full of holes. We are lost at sea and Wilson has left to do an endorsement deal with Beckham.
Where are our balls?
The money we stuffed in the mattress for our retirement has been devoured by the bedbugs of our own greed and avarice. Living in a world free of DDT (how do you spell that?), has pulled the loose thread of indifference. The fabric of our society is coming unravelled, while a noble few attempt to create a ball of yarn and tales that might weave a path and shuttle us back in the direction of progress. We write with Sean Penn and Robin Wright and all the while we lose sight of the movie playing right in front of our eyes, We are so busy with the spectacles of expenditure, we fail to see the nose on our face in spite of ourselves.
Do not despair, faithful readers. There is an answer.
We must gather the poor together. We must give voice to the disenfranchised. We must join hands and with a common course, push them all into the cracks. Once the rend in our civilization has been puttied with the sweat, grit, and bodies of the underclass, we can proudly step over them and into a bright, brave, bold, new world.
DaBuoy
Where are our balls?
The money we stuffed in the mattress for our retirement has been devoured by the bedbugs of our own greed and avarice. Living in a world free of DDT (how do you spell that?), has pulled the loose thread of indifference. The fabric of our society is coming unravelled, while a noble few attempt to create a ball of yarn and tales that might weave a path and shuttle us back in the direction of progress. We write with Sean Penn and Robin Wright and all the while we lose sight of the movie playing right in front of our eyes, We are so busy with the spectacles of expenditure, we fail to see the nose on our face in spite of ourselves.
Do not despair, faithful readers. There is an answer.
We must gather the poor together. We must give voice to the disenfranchised. We must join hands and with a common course, push them all into the cracks. Once the rend in our civilization has been puttied with the sweat, grit, and bodies of the underclass, we can proudly step over them and into a bright, brave, bold, new world.
DaBuoy
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