the tissue box

It is a desert!

it is a damn desert!

somehow, strangely enough, it is a tissue box! disposable tissues, a tissue! What a concept that is!! it feels so disposable, so weak, so detachable, it is a place where u can actually leave and never look behind, harsh but true! it is a place where u actually feel the whole thing can be disposed off in just one bit! even you, you feel disposable. Everything about you feels disposable, everything around you, no matter how you try to convince yourself , feels so ready to just, fishhhhhhht and bye.. dispose you! A tissue box, tissues and sand. You get this salty feeling, which begins to feel normal with time. Your skin feels like sand, hot sand, salty sand, the kind that annoys.A tissue box. Trying to be so clear, mixed with tons of bleachers and colorants to be so clear and appealing , inviting for quick movement, to dispose. Roots, Bloody roots! who are those people , what is this place? why is this sun , this lovely thing, that harsh, and why are you getting salty? drinking water as never before, not cause you are thirsty, but cause its water! A cactus! you are becoming a cactus! A cactus with its own sharp defense, with its own adaptive nature, harsh adaptive nature! How remote !! How remote!! how remote comfort seems, how remote your past becomes, and how fast! Matter is what matters here, and not any matter, cactus! A cactus which loves Marks & Spencer's, a cactus which shops Chanel , a cactus which green is that of Lacost! You come to remember the days you used to sit in those caffees, with rain, light small lovely drops falling, and you, never caring, just having a conversation. the drops get heavier, you move inside,its warmer, its comfy, and you carry on, a conversation. A conversation! how remote! How lovely and cooling that memory is! You think about the young ones, the ones who are still coming up, trying not to be digested, trying to resist, in their own way, without knowing, and even without knowing that they are becoming a Chanel shopping cactus! Do your work and go home, that is the way here,you are being digested, you are being adapted, and soon enough, you will learn what Chanel and Spencer's and all this shit is. You will wear Pierre Cardin, Massimo shit and head to your Cisco class . A consumers heaven built, maintained and supported by consumers, a consumers desert tissue box consuming consumers, digesting them and shitting them out with a trade mark. The desert is invading, it is! you start to feel yellowish, no, really, you start to feel yellowish! everything is like a big mirage! What the fuck is this? its a tissue!! cant you see? why are they so into it? why is everyone fucking trying this hard for a fucking tissue? Is it actually this bad? it is, it really is, but you don't feel it at once, it comes and goes, feeling it comes and goes. Mirage! its like you are in a cab , going to some appointment, but never sure you will actually reach anywhere cause it all may be a mirage!So tissueish! Roots, bloody roots! the excitement you feel remembering how it is to be heading to a solid place, a place that holds so much, a place that you actually belong to , a place that you smile on your way there, and think of how fun its gonna be. Its not that bad, but it is! Fun is so volatile! it evaporates with the moment's death here. The moment itself is so quick, if its fun. A big American motion picture. Wlak yo2borneh rabbak ya ziad shou btefham! A Big Long American Motion picture, where everybody trying to be anyone with a 20th century fox trade mark on his ass! This is the Long American motion picture right here, right now and ongoing, this is it! Everybody wants to be Rachel,Ross, chandler ... Everybody lives Timberlake, Everybody can dance and of course everybody loves :P Raymond! The American Idols, IDOLS IDOLS IDOLS! Wooooooow babe, wooow BABE ! heh, A brave new world, and idiotically unhealthy brave new world. Roots, Bloody roots! Memories are comfy, yet growing remote. Solid ground, solid buildings, solid streets and solid cities are so lovely. Solid Societies, where it rains, and when it rains you can smell the lovely smell. Where all the smells and tastes actually smell and taste for a while! A tissue box. A fucking tissue box. A tissue. A tissue that wipes the shit that the desert tissue box digested. Drink water and don't wipe the sand BABE, do your work, shop your stuff and hail your brave new world , hail the wall. Use with care.