coffee break, I open the fridge in search of a beer.
A man in a kimono at me, curled up in the second shelf.
Option number one: I know not, I grab my beer, and closing the door on the snout with casually. Then of course I fall prey to the ground to hysterical convulsions, foaming at the mouth and screaming like a mare during birth, or stuff like that.
Option number two: if in doubt, the incastono a shovel on the nose with inhuman force, singing Merola. Physical and psychological violence, to annihilate a golem. But before my mind can consider the choices, or find the shovel, my body has already opted for the third: a falsetto scream anything but manly.
Prophet Fear is the first reaction of the unknown, and the awareness of death
Me: You have an aunt who is Fletcher's last name? Meni unlucky enough to be her relative.
Prophet fool, the world is but a conglomeration of other useless items that they simply distract us from our path towards the 'eternal oblivion .
I: (continuing to squeeze in my mighty superstitious gonads) There is an "i" too much and lacks an accent .
Prophet: How , sorry?
Me: Without the "i". OBL Ó
Prophet Ti mask behind the cynicism and mockery, but you are a tormented soul. . I
: Do not misunderstand, Sai-Baba, are in high spirits. But I do not think the afterlife, and often even nell'aldiqua, if it provides for people in my fridge. But in the door I .
Prophet prefer materialism to transcendence?
Me: depends on how good the stuff that you do you do to transcend it.
not intended to give up, I accepted the challenge. If you can not convince them, confondili. As street vendors. Q
hen sound, open the door with dramatic speed, ready for a talkative apnea, and submerge them in words. I try to sell me a subscription. I do not give a second's respite. Tilting the front. And in their minds the mechanism snaps: "But why do I open?" They apologize, you will understand me, I let the cat on fire I expire the parking ...
closing the door, as if to keep me out of their landing. And the Jehovah's Witnesses have ready a distinctive white background and black tie dye. They do not tolerate the propaganda of "we" Mormons. Not at 8 am
Tactics tested. I left a rocket.
Me: I think oblivion because it is tangible. And beyond the door, spinning whirls of life, and my dirty linen is Neptune.
Prophet Interesting ... I
: Buddhism penny, reworked by a washerwoman. Life is a washing machine will go out clean but we end up getting polluted all the time. The cycle repeats itself, we wash, back in the world ... but then again we end up over the door. As long as too many washes / resurrections have made us lysis and felted. If there is a God of second choice is a detergent.
Prophet Sold for peanuts despite being sold as infallible solution?
Me: Something like that. And when we get him over the door, wash away our stains, but weakens our fiber. And we reincarnate weak, crumpled.
Prophet And what happens if the fiber is broken?
Me: happens that the head is useless, and not born from the washing machine of karma, but was thrown nirvana.
Prophet excellent slogan for the clothing collection of Amnesty International.
Me: Yeah, go into another world different from ours. The third world. Where to start over, perhaps to live a life where no one washes away the stains from their clothes, because there are more pressing needs. But where a shirt is treasury, and no one rid even if it is aesthetically impeccable and fashionable.
My speech could also have a deep meaning, and I was the first to wonder. The holy man looked at me with a sardonic grin. His calmness gave me the illusion of having worn down, you can move oltre.Ovviamente I was wrong. Spoke.
Prophet I doubt there is a . I
(uncap beer): I am here to enlighten .
Prophet But if the white wash their sins and to 60 degrees to 40 colorful ... other races have fewer sins of us in the West?
did not answer. I had a headache. I felt like my bottle of beer.
Green and drained from the neck up. Full of liquid at the bottom.
I closed the door, the light went out, in fridge and in the eyes of the prophet. I went to the bathroom.
theology behind me, before me a white ceramic cup. Two things white and beautiful, seen from outside. But
in which people are able to repay the worst.
I finished my beer. Your health, Buddha of the food.
Amen.
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