A Useless Story
by Hyel

Not in the moon nor in Scheherezade's broken record can there ever be found the sound that is born out of humanity's conventions; from the choices of a ten thousand notes dissimilarity is created, but to understand the secret of basic ennui one must remember that the notes are still always the same. Originality is like running temperance that dies each time it is born and never gets the chance to live in between, because the whole concept just tumbles down, crippled by its own impossibility. In the end all that matters is entertainment value.
This is a useless story.

PART I: 1+1 (BEASTS)

I sit on a treestump, my fingers softly caressing the rifle. This is war. A few more kills, and we will be safe. I dream of the day when we all step into a brighter future.

I stand motionless. I can smell the scent of a dead mate and the sweat of man. This is war. A few more kills, and we will be safe. I dream of the day when we step into a brighter future.

"...two men killed during the hunt and three wounded. Five bears were shot. The Society for Wildlife..."

PART II: CULTURAL MASTURBATION

Not even ten prophecies could for meat corrupt the vegetable; holy vegetables, those mischievous pumpkins of Mother Earth, let their faces be forever lifted above the cruel flesh!

Darling
Ohhh
Oh baby
Lie
Tell me about Sharon
Mmmm, ah
Oh yeah, big boy, squeeze my wallet
I want your fingers on my potted plants
Give me
Give me contract sheets
Ahhhhhhh
Oh you're so good
Speak to me of racism
You're the king
Yeah

Love! Love for life! Love for your country! Love for your own body! Love for chips and Coke! Love for the Western civilization! And yet, even the most far-reaching ideas will one day eat the heads of popes. How long do you think you would survive?

PART III: BUT! or, LIES

But! Yes, of course that, what else. What? Yeah. Well of course not. Great! But of course. Yeahyeah, sure. Oh dear. You wouldn't believe; it's somewhere out there. As always. You believe it? Oh, never! Never! Never! Don't even try. Oh, it was SO. Well, uh, in a way, sort of, but, y'know, like THAT. Well duh, NO! Maybe pretty. Eek, I CAAAAN'T! I just don't know. Oh but, sure... Sure I heard about that. Don't even ask. A certain kind, you know.

PART IV: IMPOSSIBILITY

Never ever in mankind's past or future history except every other Wednesday for the last two trillion years and the same forwards, unless He misses a day or so.

PART V: UNDENIABLE ABSOLUTE ETERNAL UNCANCELLABLE TRUTH

Perfect plans are doomed from the beginning.
I am the ruler of the universe! Worship me!

END NOTE

If you enjoyed this story, I no longer respect you.

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