Not Natural

Suptober 2019 - Day 4: Books

This is not a nice show.

These are not (always) nice people.

This is dark dark dark and if you can’t handle it go watch the sunshine, colourful shows like Glee or Smallville instead.

Neither of them meant for it to happen. The serpent crawled up to the surface with instructions to stir up trouble, and he thought what better way was there to do that than by interfering in an angel's assignment. And if the serpent did so love to converse with the guardian, then that was merely one of the few perks his job afforded him.

The guardian, for his part, had been about to perform his duty and banish the demon from the garden when fiery copper curls and golden eyes caused him to stay his hand. It couldn't be shirking his duty to let this one stay, he reasoned. For how could a creature as resplendent as him not belong among such beauty?

They had nothing in common, save for their mutual fascination with the two humans and their fondness for one another, but it was enough, and they spent their days sharing in the many joys the garden had to offer. They could have spent the rest of eternity in such a way, had it not been for plans that were not of there making and a tree that had started to bear fruit.

It was shortly after the first apple began to ripen that the guardian returned to the garden after the Almighty had summoned him for a status report, a slight frown twisting his countenance.

"Do you think they know what they're missing?" he asked the serpent, whose name he did not know, as they watched Adam and Eve picking berries in the light of the early morning.

"How do you mean?" The serpent, who wore his scaled form, silently delighted in the fact that he had roped the angel into another conversation without even trying. His superiors downstairs were surely pleased with his success.

"Well, we have the ability to think for ourselves, to recognize we have a place in God's world. To know the part we must play. Do you suppose they understand that there is something they are... missing?"

The serpent gave a hum of comprehension. "I reckon they can't," he said with a ripple along his long body that might have been a shrug. "Else they wouldn't actually be missing it, would they?"

The guardian's frown deepened. "Ah, yes. Of course."

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, though." The serpent's tone was comforting. "Ignorance is blisss."

The guardian nodded and gave him a small smile, though his eyes still appeared troubled. "I'm sure you have the right of it. Though, it is a little sad, don't you agree?"

The demon did, though he didn't have a chance to voice it as the angel steered the conversation towards lighter subjects. Still, the serpent couldn't shake the look in his friend's eyes. It stayed there, haunting the angel's once carefree expressions. He just wanted it to go away.

Neither of them meant for it to happen. The serpent crawled up to the surface with instructions to stir up trouble, and he thought what better way was there to do that than by interfering in an angel's assignment. And if the serpent did so love to converse with the guardian, then that was merely one of the few perks his job afforded him.

The guardian, for his part, had been about to perform his duty and banish the demon from the garden when fiery copper curls and golden eyes caused him to stay his hand. It couldn't be shirking his duty to let this one stay, he reasoned. For how could a creature as resplendent as him not belong among such beauty?

They had nothing in common, save for their mutual fascination with the two humans and their fondness for one another, but it was enough, and they spent their days sharing in the many joys the garden had to offer. They could have spent the rest of eternity in such a way, had it not been for plans that were not of there making and a tree that had started to bear fruit.

It was shortly after the first apple began to ripen that the guardian returned to the garden after the Almighty had summoned him for a status report, a slight frown twisting his countenance.

"Do you think they know what they're missing?" he asked the serpent, whose name he did not know, as they watched Adam and Eve picking berries in the light of the early morning.

"How do you mean?" The serpent, who wore his scaled form, silently delighted in the fact that he had roped the angel into another conversation without even trying. His superiors downstairs were surely pleased with his success.

"Well, we have the ability to think for ourselves, to recognize we have a place in God's world. To know the part we must play. Do you suppose they understand that there is something they are... missing?"

The serpent gave a hum of comprehension. "I reckon they can't," he said with a ripple along his long body that might have been a shrug. "Else they wouldn't actually be missing it, would they?"

The guardian's frown deepened. "Ah, yes. Of course."

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, though." The serpent's tone was comforting. "Ignorance is blisss."

The guardian nodded and gave him a small smile, though his eyes still appeared troubled. "I'm sure you have the right of it. Though, it is a little sad, don't you agree?"

The demon did, though he didn't have a chance to voice it as the angel steered the conversation towards lighter subjects. Still, the serpent couldn't shake the look in his friend's eyes. It stayed there, haunting the angel's once carefree expressions. He just wanted it to go away.

my body: 

You can’t find your way out of Real. “Einmal hin, alles drin”, they keep promising. But for naught. You still haven’t found your will to live.

They asked what soccer team you’re rooting for. Your life is hanging by a thread. They are staring at you, anticipating. Hungry. You know you only got one shot.

“Stop”, you whisper. “Everything stays as it is.” You have drunk your coffee, but you haven‘t calmed down. There is a supply of fruit at home.

Something touches your leg. You look down. „Reingeguckt.”, the voices whisper. You are already numb from the pain. You have bruises everywhere.

You’ve tried for years, but you are not able to succeed. The stone can’t sing. It can only sound. All your efforts were in vain.

In your dreams, a faceless figure pays you a visit. “Alles Müller, oder was?”, they whisper with icy breath. Shuddering, you don’t dare to answer.

You are staring into nothingness. What is the meaning of all this? What kind of 1 life is that?

Your head is aching; your vision is blurry. Mein Terr… Terri… Tererium… What does it say? You can’t fathom. You have given up on life. What even is strawberry cheese?

You just don’t know who the Babo is. You don’t know what a Babo is, either. You are no Chabo. Chabos know who the Babo is.

Even Carglass can’t fix your broken dreams and aspirations. They’ve repeatedly told you. You are dead inside.

In the middle of the night you hear them call. “Rooooobert”, they call. In time, their screams will fade.

You finally found one. After years of searching and travelling you found one of the seventh surprise eggs. You have no idea what will await you.

You desperately wish that no one knows what you’ve done. But in vain. How where what – Obi knows. It always does.

You want to get out of here. This is madness. The air conditioner passed away hours ago. “Thank you for travelling with Deutsche Bahn”, they laugh maniacally.

Haribo doesn’t make children happy. You’ve tried everything. You’re stuck in a black world of misery and artificial flavors.

The clock strikes. Everyone around you freezes. They simultaneously pull out a Knoppers. It’s half past nine in Germany.

There is a new Till Schweiger movie. You do not want to see it, but you know what it is about. You always know.

Heidi Klum is on television. Heidi Klum is in your city. Heidi Klum is in your house. Soon there won’t be any girls left to sacrifice to her.

Why is there hay lying around? Why are you wearing a mask? You wonder.

Your family bonds have dissolved in discussions over the correct article for nutella. At dawn, you lay in a corner of your room whispering “Der… die… das…” to yourself. There is no answer.

A friend messages you. Joyfully, he writes “Ich trink Ouzo, was machst du so?”. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re all alone.

There is no 20% on pet food. There never is. Has it ever been? No matter. It is not now. You will have to pay the price. 

At night, you can hear your stuffed animals whisper things into your ear. “Alles bäm?”, they ask. A tear runs down your face. “Läuft”, you whisper back.

Everytime you look at your girlfriend’s face you wonder. Maybe she isn’t your girlfriend. Maybe she is Manuel Neuer. The uncertainty is slowly driving you insane. Coke Zero doesn’t taste like Coca Cola at all. 

You wake up and look around you. There is cereal everywhere. But not any cereal. It’s Seitenbacher. Seitenbacher. Seitenbacher. Seitenbacher. Seitenbacher.

:/ It’s mocking you. You’re not going to watch this video.