A RULE-LORN LOVE

     

                                                

                           TANGENTIAL

Every morning i feel this overpowering urge to just get up and cycle down in the rain to the meadow nearby. 

But i'm lazy.

And my ass has this incredible tendency to show movement only for those chores that are too urgent to be ignored.

If unaccomplished, they could threaten the very existence of this universe and hence, me.

You see my ass is shrewd.

I mean the brain that powers my ass.

And the neurons that power my brain.

And the sodium that powers my neurons.

And the salt that provides me sodium.

What!

You think inanimate things can't be crafty?

I thought so too!

But then how come my keys always manage to hide themselves from my view, while i'm scampering around the house emptying down drawers and shelves looking for them?

And how do they always, I repeat always resurface when my ma starts screening?

'Peek-a-boo!! You got me'

There it is!

My ma does not scold me. She gives me the 'I wonder what this brat is going to do in her life' look for one whole minute.

That sucks more than those incessant blabbergoods and blabbershits.

But as I said before too, my brain is shrewd.

I have been blessed with the unique ability of reflection.

Oh no! Not the thinking one. The optics one.

Every piece of advise or rebuke that strikes my head gets reflected at an angle equal to the angle of incidence of the light of knowledge with respect to the normal on my head, all lying in the same plane.

Everything goes TANGENT you see.

Woof! 

I'm tired.

Good night sinners.

And oh! tomorrow morning, i shall wake up.

The wind beckons me.