Monday, April 18, 2005

 

I was seen, and he quickly turned around to look me in the eye.
"You've been following me haven't you?" he asked me with a not so secretive desire in his voice. He'd wanted me to follow him, and was as fascinated with me as I of him. "I've been watching you follow me now for years and I can hear your thoughts too. You think I am the chosen one, dont you? That is what I'm reading in your mind right now. You think that I am filled with all of the answers to all of the questions and even have some questions you've not thought of that I have the answers to before you even ask the questions to hear those answers. You see? I am the chosen one. ME!"

He clutched onto a stuffed rabbit while he raved on about his being the almighty, or the messiah or at least his own personal saviour. The rabbit was his blanket, his pillow and his toilet paper from the look of it, and when he talked he waved it about like it was his exclamation point. I stared at the rabbit, but I was merely fascinated by his insanity. The way I see it, most the world will go crazy someday. We all go crazy everyday, but someday we lose it. We just totally lose it so much so that none of the physical world makes any sense and the mind just makes its own reality out of the scraps that have fallen around it. I expect to do the same and hopefully not too soon, cuz I'm still under fourty.

He saw me staring at the rabbit.

"Mister? Do you want to eat my rabbit? Mister will you please not eat my bunny? Mister will PLEASE NOT EAT MY BUNNY?" he said quite emphatically. I couldn't have gotten close to his bunny let alone eat that thing as tightly as he held onto it.
He sang a song about keeping the bunny safe from harm. Safe from me.


"mister will you please not eat my bunny?
I'm certain that it's fleece is gold.
there are plenty of coldcuts in the fridge right there
even if some of the cheese I own has mold.

mister will you please not eat my bunny?
i've been hanging onto him since I was four.
there are plenty of vegetables in the garden,
and if we're out you take yourself to the corner store."

he was stark raving mad, but I loved him anyways, and followed him around until I could take no more of his insanity and went home to nap, where my dreams were much more real than even his ramblings.

posted by Hog 9:59 PM