Birds of a feather

I thought to myself, 'never judge a book by it's cover'.

I have been living my entire life this way until I noticed that there were at least twelve different books to sort through if I were going to make sense of this crazy world and the people in it.

At best i would have surmised that we are multidimensional mammalian human beings with unlimited capacity to evolve intelligibly, but boy was I so wrong! The principles of reality were being systematically inverted as I matured and harder to keep up with as time escaped me and my own brand of formality. But, do not count me out yet, I have profound news!

Is it any wonder that if you pretend to be asleep it becomes increasingly difficult to wake you up from this deadening sleep of mystics largesse'.

And although this paramount task only seemed to be undaunting, when the fact was mere child's play. After all we were not talking about angels and demons, it was far too simple for something so elaborate as the world where these deities exist to remind us that there will always be two choices to make. There wasn't any Christ or Devil coming to fight over your rusty old soul, they figured, 'you can keep the DAMNED thing if you are going to solely practice evil, yet another word for failure

It was about a victim and a bully, living near each other, going to the same school. Let's call the victim Yacoutiel and the bully Donnie. Everyone knew the victim and loved him so much that he never wanted for friends because he was caring, loving, simplistic, quite endearing. However, Donnie didn't see it that way, he thought everything was a life and death struggle to compete for resources, especially if it meant living off the efforts of others.

It really just proved that this was the worst type of living imaginable, poor in mind, a clear choice, and poor of spirit, the result, thus poor in pocket.

He acted tough and self righteous, but we all know that this is a hollow sense of power to wield, and in the end you either end up in jail, dead, or worse embarrassed to no end. Little did this punk know I had benefits that no other living soul had, I only come around every so often as it were. My choice was clear, I opted to embarrass him to no known end. Beyond the second heaven if you will, a reputation that cannot be repaired.

He wasn't ever going to be able to take my milk money, not after the hard work my mother and father had put in to feed the large tribe of kids they had, I was number seven out of ten children; so, money was plentiful but tight. But that didn't stop old Donnie 'dum dum' from trying.

no matter what atrocities he would commit for attention and his sense of self aggrandizement, a lot of us secretly felt sorry for him, but we weren't going to let him in on that fact, because if we did we would have given him another stage to act upon, the pity party stage. I for one would never tolerate bad behavior knowingly committed. It's like cheaters, they never prosper, so why do it in the first place? I swear the creator of this world if there were one to account for his or her own fallacies, must have had a screw loose to biochemically engineer a mistake such as this humanity of defunctive beings steeped in the delusion of free will run riot.

All because of two bonds being broken and a third elemental language implanted upon the framework of our own little private black box that sometimes we may have or may not have access to retrocognitive experiential evidences that are hard enough to explain to the average yet to evolve person. Mincing words was never my style, I preferred truth over lying any time, not to be confused with little white lies we must tell to save someone's feelings from life's little interpersonal damages.

Years went by that this boy pretending to be an innocent deer with his eyes focused on the headlights, had stopped short of his shenanigan's and began to shape up and be somewhat responsible. He found his career rather quickly, an insurance salesman! When we found out we all began to laugh without reserve, because you see, Donnie's last name was Swindall!

We thought, damn! he's still up to his tricks! But this is even half the story, you couldn't have possibly ever guessed in a million years who he ended up being to the world at large. I'll have to tell you this story later, my mom's calling me to dinner and it's bedtime after that. See you tomorrow? I asked.

'Sure! tomorrow it is'! my friend Zoe said and hung up the phone.