introduction to senselessness

It is very late. Darkness, blackness envelops the particular location. Hurts do not affect or deter, or detract from feelings, of lost items or of former loves. Former loves, now that’s a sport, an eternal game which never leaves, never dissolves, never drowns if only you  know the difference between love, lust and the lust for power and perversion.

    Dinner has been eaten, consumed, cleaned away. Loneliness is prevalent at this moment. One drives in a car throughout any given day. He or she sees many billboards, many drivers in other vehicles, many spots of grass. Marvels at the beauties and the disasters of mankind, humanity, the world. Some times wonderful, some times as degrading as finding the  cookie jar empty or being thrust aside for a guy who beats, rebukes, curses and rails against the girl you gave yourself an illusion of loving and caring about.

    Work has always been a freedom never given. It is supervised by a vulture in a black suit. Wears many rings which symbolize his or her feigned superiority and lust for what will allow them to go home to a spouse who doesn’t give one iota of how they perform in the bedroom, how they kiss, what kind of music they fall asleep to.

    The boss watches for you to make a mistake then jumps on you as if you murdered or decapitated a human being.  You tell him or her to go to the alternative and tell them to choke on their fine foods and chilled beverages that night. He or she become flustered, embarrassed, shamed, outsmarted, defeated and take it out on you. Next thing the employee is out on the street job hunting just to earn money to look better because of a newer model of a vehicle. Or to wear shinier shoes. To have a nicer, more uniform hair cut.

    Money is scarce, fleeting and not  believed right now. Bitterness overflows into a passion much more extreme than any real professional wrestling contest. Sitting on a chair, eating a few scraps and scrimps that will not give sufficient sustenance or satisfaction.     A conversation would be great. No gas money. No cash. No job. No friends. No nothing but looking, staring, gawking, angling, playacting and designing new schemes and hoaxes.

    Intelligence, insights, high-browed observation,  witty pop cultural sit come set up references and jokes will not be offered in a commentary, a running commentary. It’s simply reality.  A desperate, severe struggle of a man who was deprived of no essential elements a man or a woman must possess to succeed, to triumph, to believe in an ultimate good. He had all he needed. All the efficient and deficient tools as well. A playground of potential, a heart bursting with undiscovered bliss, unknown happiness and more love to offer than many a kind gentleman.

    Humor will sneak in here and there, to relieve, to ease, to caress your  most tender senses and intimations. To play, to find, to seek, to run, to speak, are the main, most intrinsic values presented here.  Kiss a loved one, cuddle close, drink a delectable beverage which relaxes and soothes your sensitivities,  your deepest doubts, bouts of depression and regrets…. Wash them away as ladies wipe gentlemen from their selective memories. Enter. Become the embodied characters. Good luck.

Reviews

[Forgotten and Loved]

Thank you for the feedback. I don't know exactly where I'm going with this either lol.... but I'm hoping it goes somewhere. I'm glad you liked it :)

[.ronald.039.]

This is really good. I'm not sure exactly where you're headed with this, but I dig the intro. I hope you have more chapters to add. I'd be curious to read some more.