The last one died in captivity in 1936 and that was a sad moment for humanity, added to the list of animals we have eliminated over the years. The Tasmanian tiger was easy to kill. It didn´t know how cruel we are. There have been sightings of it by gullible people, but it is an illusion based on regrets and unspoken longings. I, also hope, it exists somewhere, but it is a dream, yet I have seen the animal in clouds formation in the sky forever condemning us for what we did.
As they continued walking, a box shaped object with a screen had become noticeable in front of them. It was as if somebody had intentionally put it there. As they came close to it and all of a sudden, the screen had come on and a face had appeared. It was of an old man, he had wrinkles and short white hair. “Come close, don’t be afraid.” He said in an authoritative manner.
Mama was now doing the limbo at the carnival show, in "Heaven's Rest", Nursing Home. Heaven's Rest also fronted for a mortuary and automatic carwash. Mama was a dwarf with a goiter and broken veins. Mama lived in dreams of Mona Lisa and tooth fairies. She hung from strings as if dark's marionette. Wrapped in her favorite Chinchilla.
I was her kemosabe and she was my loops. I in my best, Liberace attire straight out of pixie. Wearing my Maidenform and nightshade. Stepping on escargot shells as they slithered in ooze. I had just made summa cum laude at the freak show. Thinking summa...
A ruthless eagle was piercing the vast blue sky which had no uniquely shaped cloud. Down on the ground and in a distance, Xavier and Yves were slowly walking. Xavier looked a little tired whereas Yves seemed more ruthless and determined than the eagle.
Nothing was in the horizon. On the side of the road there was cactus trees which bared green and not yet ripe prickly pears. Temperature was high. “Stay strong, Xavier, I have a strong feeling that soon enough, we are going to reach our destination.” Said Yves with an optimistic tone and gave Xavier a pat on the back.
There are times I wonder about how you just moved on…you made it look simple. Drop the axe on the cord and severe it with no looking back. So absorbed in yourself indulgent and very self-inflicted pain that you never looked at the devastation that you brought into my world. How did I deserve that?
You presented yourself as a victim of love and broken promises, and yet it was just a blueprint of lies used to lure in the sad and vulnerable. Laughter echo's inside my mind at times. The first phone call, with you talking like Pee Wee...