Fan the fingers up as you inhale, oxygen hitting you in the back of the throat. A diaphragm playing balloon inside of the body. Think thick coats of Blue unprovoked by gravity. A perfect place for a seed to be planted and a root to connect with the ground. One would think? Perhaps? Perhaps not? What does ground those who are not the others? Overtime it is thick coats of sugar incorporated.
Back in 1492 or 1942 A small firm was established in an undisclosed location (Currently, The City of Quartz, California). The company had no good ideas for an innovatine project. Men and Women toiled over productivity and innovation. Something fantastic! Something Wonderful! Only describable as divine! The smartest and most wicked of them all beheld a rock. When he picked it up in the park, no one seemed to give him a second glance. This park did not own the rock, The people certainly didn't have a stake in the composition of merging minerals. He picked it up and rubbed the rough and smooth. They would not have to pay a cent for the actual product.
Late in the evening, The Smartest and the Wicked went back to the park, there he filled a burlap sack with the stones of various sizes. He would have to drag them back to the company. As he pulled, he noticed his girth being unhelpful with the movement of stones. Each time he pulled, he felt a small hardened poke underneath his skin. Stopping only once, because time still has yet to be controlled, he felt around and realized his body was providing him with muscles.
As he arrived just as everyone was getting to work, the beheld the most beautiful man they had ever seen. The women and the men fell in love with him. His every curve and lineation glistened to the hot yellow burn. Inside he took his seat at the front, a prediction of those that sat underneath and the to right of the water cooler.
Outstretching a paw, a rock bedazzled itself upon the audience. They smiled, laughed, and cried all wondering what the right response could be. A bowl of a hot sticky liquid pranced upon the table. Drip drop drip drop, the rock came dressed in a thick coat of sugar. Air kissed Sugar. Turns out that Sugar was frigid to air. They never spoke again. The rock now looked like a delicious candy, with a promise of a surprise every time!
He handed one to each and every one of his colleagues. They bit into the sugar, delighted. On the second bite, nerve endings split through the teeth as daffodils. Many screamed and quivered to the unrelenting pain. Palming one lady's head in the fingers of the muscle man, he pointed her eyes towards the box, opened on the top and currently occupying his other hand as he dropped more candy inside.
"A surprise every time? Perhaps this next one will be different!,"
Each time she popped another rock into her mouth, now gushing with the rouge juice that tastes like rust, a laugh developed in her demolished maw. She loved the product! It was a success. With each bite, the uncertainty was so compelling, even though the result proved the same.
Rich in no time and meaner and more enjoyable. Wine was drunk. Love was made. Tickets were handed out and never paid. Everyone walked around rubbing their jaw. Hoping that maybe one of these bites would reveal the answers to their pain. So bite and bite they did.
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