Necessity

Calendar
I kept cutting across dates
Numbers
Time
Used red to cut across black
and black to cut across red.
When the ink ran out
I bled.
Paper absorbed blood faster
than anything.
I didn't know that. If I had known..
I would have made love with it.

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I forgot the way I came up here. I was alone. I had seen somebody on the way but she just waved at me and signaled me to climb on. So did I. Continuously for an hour or so. My legs never got tired. My hands were numb. It wasn't cold. I forgot things from the beginning of my journey. I forgot my PIN number. My driving license and account number. My address. I was on the cliff. Then she appeared from nowhere and pushed me off the cliff. I fell.
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I woke up. I had forgotten everything.
Then somebody came up to me and told me that I am outdated.

I replied, "You know what.... It's okay with me. Being outdated is a historical necessity. It is also a kind of fulfillment. Tell me what Hegel has said about time..??"

The other person turned his back on me and farted.

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I burned books.
Images
Memories.
He calmly sat there and asked me,
"You can burn those. What about your fucking memories".
I burned myself.
After the last smoke left my body
I asked him
"What now?'
He said,
"Now.. you are only memories"
Dammitt!!

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Rain.
The child suffered it.
The mother had to.
I walked past them and flipped a coin.
I am human.
Only Humane.
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Painting.
The canvas lay white.
Colours were mixed and
I didn't like any of them.
The woman died.
Inside me.
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The truck wheels shrieked.
Friend looked at me.
His eyes were two adjacent pools of blood.
His fallen wallet was safe.
The cards were intact.
A stray dog looked at the blood.
I didn't care.
I was checking an FB message
on my Blackberry.
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