Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Keep clicking if you have a moment, I'd like to eat :)
Keeping my glasses on at all times is important to me, so I disregard the drops of rain that pool and dry in specs on the brim, obscuring my view after I step out of my small, tiled shower. My body is not a fine tuned machine, but a well kept minimalistic structure of fat and muscle. I can walk and lift things and the desire to consume artificial proteins or a fake tan is far below me. If you need those things to be happy, you let them consume you, I plead that your surprise is minimal when you have an electrical fire that consumes what you hold close. I digress.
I decided that the selfless life was the righteous cause when I saw the photograph of Thích Quảng Đức, the Mahayana Buddhist monk who immolated himself for the cause of religious equality in Vietnam. Takes some fucking stones to pull that off Alexis would gently sigh as I reminded her that I was following in his footstep, in a way. That monk definitely got the fire part right. He may have been a hermit and philosopher, but he had taste. Alexis grabbed a potato chip resting on the sofa near her, laying it on her tongue, and describing her ideology of mankind the best she could with a full mouth.
So you’re like Hitler or Stalin right? She knew the simplest questions annoyed me best, because they lacked the clarity to effectively counter one of her points, protected in ambiguity and vagueness. I told her I wasn’t like those men, insisting they were killing people for political self interests and security, but Alexis was already turning the bag of chips inside out, licking the salt remnants and overall highly amused with the crinkling tinfoil, her ivy eyes focusing on a corner where a small fleck of a chip was giving her resistance. She had a whimsical quality about her, but she knew I held my philosophies close to my heart, and sulked with guilt after belittling them. Honeybunnybear, I’m sorry. She rose from the couch to meet me a foot in front of her, where I had been making us tea. She was a few inches shorter than me, so she stood on her tiptoes to kiss my nose.