Recollections

Berating horns attacking from all sides, puffy lingering air smukking by the windows, and armed, green rhinos questioning and prodding at the front. Stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck. The only way to go is forward, which is a positive. But there are so many inches to go, and only so much time to advance. And we all know stones stand the test of time. Big, big, blocks of big stone. So heavy on the street, and so heavy on the swerving windshields whipping down the road, in all out haste to avoid being stuck, mired in the ground. So now we know there are two goats, and one is destined to die, and the other is destined to die. But one is destined to rise up, for a greater sacrifice, for an honor unimaginable to the rhinos, both green and black. And one is destined for jaggedy knifed rocks. One honored, one disgraced, both dead. I die and you die, but who is honored and who is disgraced? There in lies the rub because what about those that have no sticks to scratch together, that is to say no say in their dread? What about those that once had sticks, but they were snatched and snapped and now they are dead? Did they bring about their own snapped stick by falling on jaggedy rocks, or were they pushed? I think we both know the answer. So I die and you die, but we ought to get to choose. And that is what is not happening by sitting, stuck, with puffy lingering air strangling all around. Air needs to circulate, the very air we breathe needs to be aired out and the only way for this is to release the fright and fear, to cease the searing sights of dripping and deforming blades, to eliminate those evil evil evil moloch inspired pages of sin from the minds of the rhinos. Because if I kill, I die. I know this, and this makes jagged rocks loom so frighteningly close. So close I can read a faint inscription upon them already, with a DOB and a DOD and I know realistically that inscription will be bolded and strengthened day after day, but one day I’ll make for you another way. So the bray of horns will simmer and stay, but the lingering stinking air will dissipate, reducing the only poison we all love and cherish, the sick sick stench of sheer, pure hate.