This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
–Don DeLillo, Libra. What is history, who are ―they,‖ and what aren’t they telling us? History History has not forsaken us. It is obvious as to who ―they,‖ are—the secret observers of the discourse of mankind, the
Who knew we would move from here to there, and in such a short period of time too. ―They,‖ the self-perpetuating, self-indulgent, self-conscious/aware/promoting entities of secrecy, are obviously the pink feathery bundles of awesomeness that are flamingoes. It may not be as clear at first, as these majestic creatures are apt at keeping their humble heads down despite the message their flaming hot bodies convey (―hit me, baby!‖). But after unveiling the enigmatic shroud of fluffy greatness, one can easily trace their fantastic aviary path across history. Yes, their backwards knees are elegant, and their tongues are , but what of their beaks? Their hair? Their awkward mating dance? Now, how could I make such preposterous claims and sweeping generalizations? Much of my discovery owes itself to the diary of Felix the Flamingo, a rambunctious aviary joykiller who would be great at parties. The entries are quite peculiar. Although it would be my greatest pleasure to list them all, it would be too time-consuming and Their amazing feats across history has. Apparently they were so majestically beautiful that some people took the initiative to mold models of them. Indeed, their attractiveness was so amazing every Bob and Joe and Jane and Mary across the country eagerly sought out for the newest Flamingo-Fan. The plastics have observed much more than that, indeed. The fat and ignorant Americans, oblivious to the royal birds’ dignity, implanted their feet into the ground without further ado, and from their they were forced to view the mundane lives of mundane people across the country. Especially in Florida, where apparently flamingos were ―the thing,‖ people thought they were just divine.
Those cruel bumbling baboons are just but bastardly buffoons, and history had labeled these primitive primitives as the dullest of its kind, with its callous behind and nasty faces
But to the flamingos. and so are oranges. these drab and dull fruits are just but a hindrance to their path of awesomeness. and I would like to make a confession. . My name is Felix the Flamingo.Apples are apt for eating. All differences are obliterated under the imperious eye of the flamingo.