Rambo plucked out a cigarette from his pack and asked, “Hey man, you’ve a matchstick?”
“Wouldn’t I have burned the world down already had I had a matchstick?” Burny said with a shrug.
“Eh! Whatever.” Rambo ignored.
“Do you know what is wrong with the world?” Burny hung on to being pissed off.
“No. And I don’t know because may be there is nothing wrong?” Rambo said while he managed to borrow a lighter from a passerby.
“To name one of many, it is You. Guys like you are wrong with the world; guys who cannot see the flaws.”
“Unh! Give me a break Burny. You are saying my optimism is bad for the world?” Rambo said and floated a smoke ring. Continue reading “You’ve a matchstick?”
Had There Been Ever No Fight And,
Had There Been No Theft,
There Wouldn’t Be A Thing To Fret,
Guess How Bored You’ll Get?
Continue reading “Imperfect”
Get Over Greed of Harmony,
For Heart or Soul or Money,
What You See as Sizzling Heat,
Well, I May See as Sunny,
Yes, My Right is Right for Me,
And Your Right is for You,
Your Right may be Left for Me though,
Is not that so Funny?
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You are on a date.
You look handsome, she looks pretty.
She is smart and you are witty.
It is going perfect. You had a romantic candle light dinner under the moonless starry sky followed by a tender dance. Welcoming romantic gestures surfaced on her face every once in a while.
You are driving back. You hardly hear what she is saying because fantasies have engaged your senses.
You don’t know for sure why, but you have a feeling that this could be “The Night”.
She plays with her hair while she invites you to her place; if you could hang out for a little while. She has already told you that she lives alone. Her mischievous smile and a tongue rolling on her pink lips reveal her plan.
As your fantasy takes wings and begins to fulfill, your excitement starts exhibiting through your stammer.
Hesitant on the outside, you say, ‘Yeah, Sure.’ while you drool inside.
You border on her place located in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
And Bam! An emergency alarm goes off in your head. Continue reading “Slow Death”