martes, mayo 12, 2009

20. We will not fudge

Publicado por Alba |

They keep looking up, expecting the bears to attack from the sky, without realizing this is a different game. Then one of them breaks formation, takes a step forward and addresses the lot.


We will not budge where there is fudge! Furthermore, there will be no rivers but those made out of sweet sweet honey and the waterfalls murmur will speak only of chocolate milky goodness.

No skanks but those of gold, and coal, gathered around a fountain of caramel.

There will be no stopping until the Promised Land is delivered. Those of us who have believed against all odds and better judgement, that have never, not for a second, doubted our true destiny, those who believed when seemed like a lost cause to keep believing, those who believe still, we deserve to get our rightful dues.


A set of familiar features on a stranger yells back a few words of support, but the spontaneous spokesperson is suddenly dumbfounded by this. Something in the anonymous voicer unsettles the speaker's determination.

Rended speechless, the last vestige of independent thought takes out the service gun strapped around its reglamentary belt and ends it all.

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