That-man in his naked feet

Treading the snow,

his naked feet shivered.

He envisaged

his days

of treading the burning coal.

When

he performed

the latter,

he envisaged

the former.

People

were however,

always entertained.

They envisaged both,

as he performed none.

Pebbles

A sequel to Acid, Bases & Salts 

The pigeon is thirsty.

The pigeon drops a pebble into the beaker.

The sun is sliced up in an unfathomable frenzy of an unfriendly kind. The kind is devoid of any semblance of difference, which in turn have kept them in a state of indifferent harmony. Kindness is godliness, godliness is necessary to form a rhythm of fake hysteria that is bestowed upon the general public who fail to possess the faculties that pebbles are proud of. They mellow down to a molten mass of obscenity served on cones and called ice-creams.

The pigeon drops another pebble into the beaker.

“It is your will”, they shout. He has no will. What will are they talking of? Oh, that sallow skin of the green serpent who slithered in to find an egg, into the pig pen, but pigs do not lay eggs. The serpent's tongue was pulled off and well, red and green. “Will you have the red or the green, Will? Well, it is your will.”

The pigeon drops some more pebbles into the beaker.

The old man cannot keep up with the mice, the mice are faster. The hamster-wheels make music, different kinds. As the old man slows down, he drops rapidly to the floor of the steel-sieve hamster-wheel. He is Sean, the sun of this world. The sun slices through the steel sieve.

The pigeon drops a lot of pebbles into the beaker.

The pigeon drinks the water.

In the beaker.

Acids, Bases & Salts

 A sequel to Cards

“Today we will read the mysterious case of Dr. Acid and Mr. Base. As so and so newspapers and critics have termed it to be ‘The heartbroken kid’s guide to acids, bases and salts’, here it is for you to find out in a sickening and severely engrossing tale of again adjective bullshit-fancy-noun, adjective bullshit-fancy-noun, adjective bullshit-fancy-noun; oh fuck you!”

Cut.

You’re supposed to be polite.

Prepare for take 10.

Sean, you’re burning me out.

Make it quick, please.

Quick reminder – you are a teacher of chemistry.

Camera.

Cosmetic cream commercial – take 10.

Action.

“HERE YOU GO?”

Cut.

Who turned the caps lock on?

We are supposed to take this in the lower case.

Camera.

Voyeur – take 10.

Action.

“This is how you do it? You like that?

Yes. Sit. Stand. Pee. Sit. Fuck. Shit. Eat. Roll. Low. High. Fight. Sleep. Dope. Heal. Feel. Love. Do it. Not now. Now. Stay. Okay.”

Cut.

Not good.

Again.

Camera.

Cosmetic cream commercial – take 10.

Yes, take 10 again.

I had the last one deleted.

And you have one minute.

Go.

Sorry.

Action.

“So, the story of acids bases and salts in the language of litmus in a brief way. The previous sentence could have been briefer but who the fuck cares?

Acids

Litmus turns red.

Bases.

Litmus turns blue.

Salts.

Fuck you.”

Cut.

How long?

You have five seconds.

Camera.

Voyeur – take 10, again.

Action.

“No time for commas or hyphens or semicolons but time for full stops, grammar is a shite. Ph acid 0 7 base 7 14 salt love you.”

Cumming. Came. Cum.

That’d be 25 bucks for an hour.

‘The ride was good. When’s the carnival over?’

Never, Sir.

Our roller-coaster’s here to stay.

‘Okay! I am Sean. I’d like to have the job and the pleasure of riding it.”