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The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 19 Some Peculiar Ways of Love /absurdist comedy/   ‘Love is the best medicine’ – who would disagree with this famous statement? Nothing changes our moods, effectively reduces stress, bolsters the ego, relieves backache, or lifts our self-esteem better than a good ol’ love. After hours of indescribable pleasure, where each breath obeyed to my rhythm and tempo, I crawled to the couch near the window, frightened that I’d have...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 18 American West Palace /absurdist comedy/  Ms. Glorious escorted me to the narrow tunnel with a massive granite door. After three short knocks, we entered the so-called West Valley – the modern T-shaped central hall with an ugly row of chairs on both sides of the mainline. A team of highly qualified professionals, looking too non-binary for my liking, approached us with forced smiles and greetings, guiding us to...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 14 One percent  /absurdist comedy/ I sat at the maple table and listened to the conversations at the bar. Despite the increasing attention and distrust of the saloon’s regulars, I found out that roughly 1 percent of Gunung Kinabalu owned 92 percent of the Kingdom’s wealth. The gap between the high-tech quarter and the rest of the land widened last year. Constant taxes, erosion of farmers’ rights, cost-cutting, and...

Drawing a line in the sand…

Whether you dance, draw, make music, shoot field goals, build houses, tune engines, or sit around all day watching television, you are an artist. Your single greatest work of art is your Self! As with any art form, the more you understand and develop your talents, the more empowered and masterful you become as an artist. This is particularly important when engaging in the art of consciously shaping your own...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

/absurdist comedy/ Day 7  A Never-Ending Race My soul soared like a heartless falcon over a wild rabbit, circling nearer and lower to the ground, to the food of its dreams. I opened my eyes — a monstrous horn grew bigger in all possible dimensions, sticking to the legs of Ms. Amblycorypha Oblongifolia eighty-one times, clockwise. After that strength-consuming procedure, she asked me to repeat the same process. I did...