From the gates came his shadow and then he followed soon afterward.. The mist from what should've been the rains was only dust disintegrating from the blazing sun.. Nuthin grew under his feet as his shadow dragged him further from the gates of hell.. Well, not hell but something close to it considering the solitude he spent and the new friend he had in his shadow.. Or was it the new manipulation he had with his darkness; a darkness that now slipped around him like a knoose on the gallows.. He had a hard time thinkin about the simple things and foibles seem to riddle him with dried desire.. His one and only reverie was that of a movie his 3rd incarnation predecessor had scene on an electric screen a long-long time ago; the High Plains Drifter.. That's what he felt.. The memory was vague.. having been recollected trifold through memories that weren't entirely his own but part and parcle of his past selves.. They should have never gotten rid of death.. what a mistake.. Shadow hiss and crackle.. The shadow never liked the husk to think.. it hurt it; painful memories of shards of light that gave it's life no meaning and the motion of a pendulum in slow motion..
The prison gate shut behind him finally..
the ghosts snickered behind the bars.. 'Good luck' they said
He felt like a sacrifice
completely nude the sweat began to fall on his hot skin..
Was it still earth?
Where was his tormenting shadowing taking him..
he couldn't wait for the night..
Hissss. crackle shctip. hisss.. The shadow had secrets at night.. it told that the surprise at night would make his heart bleed..
It was then that he venture the thought of where his shadow would hide at night..
Inside...
Then, abruptly, like large truck engine noise after one of Mozarts Piano Concertos , the author ran across a beautiful term that describes so many today..
the derogatory term 'Jackass' has clearly stood the test of time.. Let me ellaborate, I was readin the classic absurdist novel 'The Trial' by Franz Kafka last night at the absurdist hour of 11:44 and I ran across it in that novel.. I was so excited about it that I went out and called my good friend a Jackass and told him about it.. Considering the novel was written in 1925 I'd say that the word Jackass pretty much sums up it's powerful etymology and usage solely by being in a novel at the onset of the Twentieth Century; from a foreign land no less... It is a word that is still in heavy usage today to describe individuals that are clearly complete idiots and/or stupid and/or of slow wit..
There'll be less fragmented thought and more serious inquiry with links, soon folks..
Wait, here's one - http://news.com.com/Deciphering+a+brave+new+world/2008-1082_3-5885116.html?tag=st.prev
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