![]() Pseudo delirium effectA Story by Jeannette Lunete
Restless parades of upcoming doubts are shooting my introspective soldier with blanks.
Cracked lips are now struggling with pseudo consternation screams. How to abandon the meridian of upcoming botheration? Maybe there is a thread in this world dominated by a possessive porcelain marionette? Maybe there are birds tired of the celestial infinity? I don't even know anymore... The world praised my gentle talent to create deliriums many years ago. They call me Nono. My midwife's first words after the premier blink of my down-turned eyes were: "No, no." She fainted down like a limp flamingo suffering from Stendhal syndrome when she first saw me. Obviously I was meant to be a total disaster. Or just a fossilized museum attraction captivated for future generations of deadlock mindsets. I was never stuck in the routine to worry day by day about affection or affiliation. I was simply not qualified for taking the magnifier and catching the last string of despair. I eliminated the passing time signature. I didn't care about the essence. There was simply nothing to worry about except the loss of everything mentioned. So I created placebos for everything. Even the Man that comes around passed me. I considered it as a very ignorant act of misconception. Or maybe I was already gone...
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12 Reviews Added on October 6, 2014 Last Updated on October 6, 2014 Author![]() Jeannette LuneteAboutMiracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis more..Writing
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