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Sample From The Death of Ideology
Sample From The Death of Ideology
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Blair Naso
Really a great
Sentence. And it is
This: Jenna Thompson is
Ugly. Never, Im
Very sure, has this
Went through ones lips,
Exiting out of truth.
Why is plain to see, for
Xerxes had less glory.
Im not sure why I did it. He was just standing there, and
I had a sudden urge to put a pen through his neck, so I did.
He didnt really do anything to deserve it. I just felt
Like killing someone. Weve all been there.
I Want To Be Alone
I want to be alone.
Don't want to hang around.
I want to be alone,
To be some place I can't be found
Everyone says "Hello! How are you?",
And then they walk on by.
I want to be alone,
Away from the sycophantic smiles.
Barroom wife
Once there was a merchant who was of a certain age when men begin to look to
marry. There were two women to whom he was prospecting. One was very beautiful,
but very evil. The other, her sister, was very ugly, but very compassionate, and both very
much loved him. The man could not choose to whom he should marry, so he decided
that they would draw straws. The lot fell on the ugly sister, and so the wedding
arrangements were made.
#
The beautiful sister could not stand this, and so she went to see the Fool, who
lay drunk in prison. He was not really a court jester, but he had always been thought of
as out of his sanity, and everyone enjoyed making jokes at him, so gradually he became
known thus. He was rarely sober, but since he had inherited a coal mine to the west, he
had no need to work. The Fool had always loved the Beauty, as did everyone, but she
could not feel the same about such an unstable man. Nevertheless, being very evil, she
did have some purposes for him every now and then. Today she asked, If you love me,
then kill my ugly sister. Ill do anything for your pleasure, my lovest. Uh, sure...just
make sure no one knows I told you to do it. And then she quickly left, seeking to be as
distanced from him as possible.
#
So after he was sober and freed, the Fool went into the marketplace to find the
Ugly. And when he did, he shot her in the back with his revolver. Everyone was shocked
at this random shooting. Women fainted and an infant began to cry. The Ugly did not
even see him, and the Fool had said nothing. The Beauty saw everything, and only
smiled approvingly. Someone arrest that man! cried a townsperson. The constable
seized the Fool and took him back to jail.
#
The Groom, of course, was obligated to avenge the Uglys death. And so he
called the Fool to a duel, as was the usual custom in those parts. This greatly worried
the Beauty, so she went again into prison to see the Fool. If you love me, then empty
your gun and fire blanks so that my Groom will not die. Ill do anything for your
pleasure, my dovliest. Right...just remember your promise.
#
Meanwhile, the Groom was having second thoughts. Who was he to take a life?
Was that not the responsibility of the government? He was just a civilian. No, it would
not be right for him to kill the Fool. But he could not back out from the fight, for, if he was
to abstain from the fight and marry the Beauty, he through his great-grandchildren would
be shamed throughout the whole country. No, he would not fill his gun and instead take
a hit, and thus people would cry instead of laugh at his funeral.
#
The next day, the two men lined up to duel. The whole town came to the village
square to watch. A street vendor was selling turkey legs, and another had wooden toys
to be bought by children. Suddenly, the Fool realized that he forgot his revolver at his
house. Wait! he cried. I will send my boy to fetch it. So his slave ran off to get him his
gun. But when the boy found it, he realized that there were no bullets inside. 'Silly
master, he thought. He forgot to load his gun. I will do it for him.
#
The gun having been brought back, they lined up again with their backs to each
other. They took ten steps as a snare drum rolled, and then they turned around to fire.
The Groom fell dead, and the Beauty ran to him, tears down her face. My love! she
cried. "For whom now shall I hope? My future is my past! And she took his switch-knife
and cut longways her wrist. The brass band continued to play, and the crowd took no
notice. A journalist went around asking important people questions, and the mayor said
something about the impact this will make on something else.
The Fool saw this and began to twitch neurotically. His purpose lay dead by
his own doing. He checked his gun; it was fully loaded. How!? he thought. Did I forget
to unload it? Surely I havent made such a grave mistake! With nothing left for which to
live, he put another bullet into his head, and he, too, fell dead.
And so the moral is this:
Dont waste your short life,
Already full of strife,
On a vain woman,
An emotional omen,
For emotions a blooded knife.