a devil and a demon

He was born with a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other just like everyone else. The devil however was crafty like most devils are and through constant complaints, rationalizations and exploitation of vanities, he would feed the devil to quiet it down. Feeding the devil provided immediate relief from the devil’s assaults but it also made the devil stronger. And seeking such immediate relief deprived the angel of its nourishment of patience and discipline, which, together with other virtues, would have generated within the angel an abundance of love, the only energy in the Universe that could be created and destroyed. The angel would have shared its love with him and such an abundance of love would have given both the angel and the subject power over the devil. Unfortunately, he continually sought immediate relief from the devil’s fits causing the angel to become malnourished. Eventually the angel withered and died.  Without the angel to generate and share love, he could receive no love nor any of the benefits love would have provided. The devil was pleased to see the angel die and knew that his subject would need balance so he called upon a demon to rest upon the other shoulder. With a demon as a counterweight, the devil and the demon could do together what neither of them could do alone which was to destroy all the love that their subject had ever received. Love, being as high in mass as it was, left a terrible emptiness in him once it was all destroyed. The devil knew his subject would want the emptiness filled which the devil and demon did together by filling it with their own excrement. The excrement began to fester inside causing him to grow increasingly foul and uncontrollable, not only by others, but by himself. As the excrement continued to fester he became more loathsome and unbearable, and, his breath began to smell so bad.

destroying mickey

It was a Mickey Mouse mask and he loved it. His mother had bought it for him for the first Halloween he would remember and somehow, his mother’s love and affection seemed intermingled with the pressed plastic that was formed and colored in the likeness of Mickey Mouse. He didn’t quite understand what it was all about but he went along and it turned out to be so exciting and fun. One night, after the sun fell and it was completely dark out, when under normal circumstances he may have gone to bed, his parents instead took him to his best friend’s house. When he got there he found that his best friend also had a similarly pressed plastic and colored mask but one that was in the image of Tweety Bird. Walking in the neighborhood so late at night with so many other masked and costumed children seeking out candy from friendly neighbors and strangers made it seem like all of the normal rules of life that he had learned to that point had suddenly been suspended for this night for no apparent reason other than for the purpose of suspending them. It didn’t make sense but it didn’t have to because it was so much fun. A few days later, he was home and had his mask in his hands. He still loved the mask and cherished the love and affection from his mother that it seemed to possess but he knew that its purpose was specific to the night that had passed. He wasn’t sure where the scissors had come from and whether he had sought them out or if they had just been near and he’s not sure why he began to cut the mask but upon the first slice with the scissors, something came over him. There was something about the feeling when he squeezed his hand and the scissor sliced through the plastic. It was a certain and distinct texture that he could feel in the way the plastic gave way between the scissor’s blades. The plastic was firm to a point but then separated between the blades in a softness that he could feel as if the sensitivity of his fingertips extended to the edge of the scissor’s blades. As he felt the cutting and slicing of the plastic a euphoric glow emanated from the experience in the form of a shape he could feel with his whole body but a shape he could not explain. It felt so unique and new that he continued to apply the scissor’s blades to the mask, slicing and cutting, savoring that texture between the blades, feeling the shape of the glow that emanated from some mystery that he wanted to grasp. To continue feeling the glow and it’s shape he had to keep cutting and slicing even though he knew that at the same time he was destroying the mask and in some way violating what he loved most about it. When the mask was in pieces and the glow had faded he stopped and felt regret fill the space where the glow had been. It was heavy and uncomfortable, weighing him down in yet another new experience that seemed to cast a shadow over everything else. The mask, the magical night, his feelings of excitement all became reminders of what he ultimately did to the mask and the symbol of his mother’s love and affection.

Fate

Life for the little boy was a bowl of discontent but he refused to be dissuaded by such details, which ultimately was the source of his discontent and Fate knew this for which reason it had marked the little boy as among its favorite subjects. One day the little boy came upon the existence of Fate and learned of its cruel intentions and further learned of his own status among the favorite subjects of Fate. Angered by what he realized were the purposeless experiments rendered for Fate’s amusement, the little boy grasped Fate’s neck in his hands and squeezed as fiercely as he could pouring every bit of strength and his love of life into his grip as he could. Fate’s eyes closed and his tongue fell from his mouth as its own life began to wither much like his neck had withered between the little boy’s hands and under the weight his determination.  The little boy was surprised to watch Fate shrivel and become wrinkly like a raisin requiring him to tighten his grip further and further until all that was left of Fate was an actual raisin, dried, shriveled and lifeless cupped in the little boy’s hands. He didn’t really like raisins but he felt he had no choice but to pop the raisin that had once been Fate into his mouth to grind it between his teeth and dissolve it in his saliva until all that was left of it was an unrecognizable mouthful of tinted, slightly chunky, spit. Having no desire to swallow a raisin, and especially a raisin that had once been Fate who so cruelly experimented with his life, he spat his mouthful of spit on the ground. As it turned out, this was all part of Fate’s plan up to the point when the little boy spat the spit on the ground, after which a passing dog happily licked it up, metabolized it and urinated it throughout the neighborhood. Fate had not expected that at all and no longer existed in order to admit defeat and declare the little boy the winner.

He had a dream

He was older but he could still remember that dream he once had when he was little. It was entirely insignificant now but he wondered why it had seemed so significant to him then. He wasn’t sure if it was the content of the dream or the convincing reality of the dream. Sometimes he would question whether it had been a dream or an actual memory of his early early childhood. Maybe it was one of his first memories? He could not only replay the story of the dream but he could also relive the feelings the dream evoked and that stayed with him afterwards like a warm afterglow indicating some kind of meaning. He wondered if the insignificance of the dream in his present life indicated some wrong decision in life or a series of wrong decisions that he could never recover from and because of which he would never find the right path for the journey of his life. Should he even bother to try now? He wasn’t even sure of that or if there was any meaning to anything at all. Maybe none of it mattered and if none of it did, what should he do then?

the pretender

He generally dabbled in style and completely ignored the truth dressing it up to ensure that he appeared exactly as he thought cool appeared because ultimately what he really wanted to be was cool. Since he was pretending, he thought he would also pretend to have all the answers and know everything because he thought having all the answers and knowing everything was cool. Unfortunately, when the time came that he really needed answers about life, he had forgotten that he only pretended to know everything and believed that he really did know everything and relied on what he thought he knew instead of admitting that he didn’t know anything. Had he been able to admit he didn’t know anything, he could have looked for answers and would have found them. Instead, he acted according to his pretense and believed in what he pretended wondering why life turned out the way it did. But if you were to ask him, he would tell you exactly why his life turned out the way it did and it was usually everyone else’s fault.

the blues

When he opened the door and walked in, he didn’t expect to walk into a room of blues and had never expected the blues to be as kaleidoscopic as they were.  The blues were in fact a swirling swirlness of swirlieness that swirled his familiar reality into a swirl of utterly blurred blurriness such that he could no longer tell apart his reality from a new reality he had no familiarity with and had been completely unaware of until he lost all sense of unawareness because of the swirling. But he couldn’t distinctively discern what about the unfamiliar reality that he actually was aware of which led him to a kind of unfocused thinking that required him to consider the totality of his new circumstances.  All that he was familiar and unfamiliar with became a new reality that to his surprise seemed similar to the normality he had been familiar with except it was no longer familiar and he never felt the same way about it ever again. 

of sesamons and sesamen

The potential of sesame seeds were not fully realized until one day, in a scientific laboratory so far underground that it was immune to international laws and ethics, a monkey was caused to successfully mate with a sesame seed thereby producing the world’s first sesamon. It was a cross between a monkey and a sesame seed, a combination that Mother Nature never intended.  Once this unholy combination was made, Mother Nature knew that more would follow and she was right.  Soon all variety of animals were being caused to mate with sesame seeds until one day, the final line was crossed and the last sesame seed animal combination was made with the creation of the sesaman.  Yes, a human was caused to mate with a sesame seed thereby producing a part sesame seed part man creature. Of all the combinations never intended by Mother Nature, this combination was the least of all intended because of all the seed varieties, Mother Nature had long ago made up her mind that she did not want sesame seeds to gain self-consciousness even if it was as part of some mutant breed of sesame seed crossbred with a human. As soon as the Sesaman developed and fully matured, it began to apply its uncanny intellectual prowess to technological advances never before imagined by humans. It also began to multiply and ravish the earth until a Sesaman civilization grew in size such that it was able to enslave the human race much like they were seen to be enslaved in the 1968 documentary, Planet of the Apes. While the course of human civilization was changed forever, humans found that their work week was reduced considerably because the Sesaman’s advanced technology largely ran by itself by pushing the “On” button and the humans, as a result, were able to divert their attention more fully towards the things they wanted to buy. And the sesamons went on to refurbish old typewriters and used them to write prose comparable to Shakespeare.