The Bunnyman & Echo (Unfinished)
posted September 8, 2008 - 3:37pmRepeating an everlasting routine, sweating blood rather than the usual body fluids, Doors were slammed. Blinds were closed. Trees were assonated by lightning. carrying the symbolism every black and white story relies on and, finally, a vast mountain range of enveloped letters were topped with more unwanted advertisement and mail. His selfishness shields the emission of skill and effort. Endless tributaries of words, handwritten or typed by delicate limbs wasting away with every meaningless day of work for an unnecessary capitalist society. The expenses of post following the virus like effect of inflation and suffocation of credit, too are ignored pitifully. Even tragically, mimicking the consuming, unmerciful, indecisive cabinet that govern him, the appreciation for the compassion and loyalty when donating milligrams of saliva to ensure safety for such an important notice is discarded like meaningless binary. The words forever locked inside are vital for a lonely mans moral. They can, at least, provide reassurance that debt and lack of communication still exist.
Whilst the mountain continues to swell with infection, the unnamed can only reassure himself, quietly, over and over again. One day the letters will stop. Then he will complain that everyone has forgotten him. Narrators all over the world will prepare well spoken resignations at the thought of glorifying pathetic lonely hearts members.
Patience becomes alien to the man as the usual ambience of television, wireless radio and numerous other forms of radiation fail to provide. A brow disfigures his wrinkled and cold face as it lifts as far as he can turn his head.
Mail floated suspiciously in midair. It followed the regular line of fire from the door to the first class mountain range, clamed for Queen and country by the Valiant Postal Service. Helpless raindrops sparkled, frozen at high speed. Not being able to present a satisfying explanation as to why their journey down the window had been obstructed somehow frustrated him.
Even the air felt still. Eyes exploded with fear while he struggled to swallow the stiff particles.

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