Some people ask many things.

  The five W’s.

  Hwat, Wore, Ware, Wehn, Wo, Wy.

  Like a great ensemble, they harass middle school kids.

  Cramming it down their throat whether they like it or not.

  Regardless, some of you may ask, ‘why the fudge would you start like this?’ and to that, screw you this is my head! What’re gonna do!? Cry to momma?

  Dew it.

  I dareth you.

  You don’t have the cajónes man.

  Definitely said that right.

  I’m a genius after all.

  Like that statue of Harold Ⅱ.

  Guy was like the Great reformer.

  How great?

  Enough to be called great.

  Like our th– Guide.

  Our guide is,

  “After all, an idiot.”

  I felt some head movement on my shoulder.

  But like any sane person I can ?????﹖????？??.

  Because,

  “▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇ are in ? ■■■■?”

  Ah, feels good to win.

  “What the hell did you just say?”

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “No you did!”

  “Okay and what would that be?”

  “....”

  “Uh-huh. Can’t catch these $%&#^”

  “You just did it again!”

  “You're schizophrenic. Such a sad sight to see our guide like this…” How sad.

  “What are you saying?! What does that even mean!?”

  “How should I know?”

  The Schizo guide went silent the moment I spoke my true feelings.

  “Owww! What’re you hitting me for??”

  Damn the hell I do?

  “Wwwwwha I do!?”

  “God! Is! Cruel!”

  Wow okay.

  Certified denier.

  — — — —

  I am after all,

  “A fool. A big heartless…”

  Foolish, idiotic, creature with eyes of sin.

  “Human carrying another.”

  “You aren’t ignorant huh.”

  “Feelings are fickle.” I shook my head. “So is my heart.”

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  My trembling hands covered the empty chest where the beats of rhythm used to reside.

  “Happy now?” I looked at the guy with a sickle chain.

  The guy tilted his head as if he hasn’t seen this.

  “Man my life is miser~y!”

  “Not your real heart?”

  “Eh, no that is.”

  My body failed to hold on and fell.

  See? It is.

  Sharp metal separated my flesh.

  Wow.

  It hurts.

  Cruel way to die.

  I’m sobbing.

  Really.

  ****

  “Guide, know what the sky holds?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Colour. Clouds. A barrier between the rock and the vacuum of space.”

  “What does that mean.” our guide with a monotone voice brightly asked.

  “You see, humans could reach the moooooon! Put a flag an all. The stars will soon be conquered! Explored! At some point.”

  “Fancy dream you have.”

  Hey I lived a full life on earth. I know my history.

  “Tragic you can’t dream.”

  “I dream for you to release me.”

  “That’s reality. Get rid of that.”

  Our guide grunted.

  Sad I know.

  Sad I know.

  Sad I–

  I’m not reiterating the same sentence. I’m not reiterating the same sentence. I’m not reiterating the same sentence. I’m not reiterating the same sentence. I’m not reiterating the same sentence.I’m not reiterating the same sentence.I’m not reiterating the same sentence.

  Anywho, some of you may wonder the point of this exploration.

  To that I say, I dunno figure it out.

  Life is a cookie. Find the cookie.

  So said I.

  The sky is darkening.

  Mysterious oo.

  Lucky for you, the capital of Bernima– the city of Bernima… Bernima is too boring for you plebians.

  Which is probably why the perspective changed a ton. I wouldn’t know I was too busy looking at things.

  Veritably.

  Verifiably.

  Vallantly.

  I said something correct again.

  Yep yep.

  Anywho, once a whiff of ice cream hits– I don’t know what that means.

  …Changing course I bring thee the valiant dream.

  But that’s in regard to the many, many shankings one acquires on such a journey.

  “As If I had.”

  Someone behind me moved their head.

  Gee wilikers batman.

  To be frank, I have no idea where I’m going.

  If only a guide could do the job.

  I’m no stranger to the bullsh– bullcrap pulled by those who think of themselves enlightened.

  But yes, I'm creating filler.

  There's really nothing to it.

  Because it’s a–

  — —

  –ll for E██████e█.

  All for ████ta████.

  All for █n█████n█.

  All for █████nm██!

  “You c█n’t stop █nything! █nything!!”

  Let me remind you of who I am.

  But take a guess. I am a l–

  — —

  –ie I say?

  My eyes deceive me not.

  Lo and behold!

  “Dare I say it’s perfect guide?”

  “I can’t see garbage with my two eyes here.”

  Wow.

  Rude.

  “The world is ruined. Ruined I say.”

  “...”

  Moving on… it’s about time for the show on the road.

  …Whenever that is…

  “If I were to say the danger is in free fall, where would it be?”

  Our guide said nothing.

  The remedy for such juicy preposterousness is the equivalency of–

  “Something that the person hides.”

  “What are you on about.”

  Hey, like it or not I have to speak out loud.

  Then there's nothing but the cold damp empty thoughts here.

  “And no one likes it when it’s not spoken out loud when dangled.”

  The gears started turning in that little head.

  “So, ██████ which one would you like to hear?”

  The stilted movement came to a listless halt.

  Life is so easy to end.

  Both aspects named by the homo sapien.

  By the self or by others.

  I lightly smiled.

  That’s just a play on words.

  “How would I know anything? I merely spouted a fun line.”

  Keep it concise.

  Time flows onward.