Burn That in the Fire
Selimus
Published
10/23/2010
When I was a young man I met an older man, and he said to me, he said, "You. Are much younger than I."
And I said, "So, Fuck you."
He was upset; his mouth hung limp like a farm mother's bosom and his eyes were tight like lead pellet.
I didn't mind. He couldn't bother me. I am the ruthlifer. I am Ruthlifer.
I continued to walk. The path was dark and covered in maggots, worms, and golden roses. Overhead, a plant that can only be explained as a wet, putrid, strangled and sopping Weeping Willow fluttered continuously across my face and the nape of my neck. I chopped it down, but my younger brother died. I am too young to have children.
I burned the putrid pestilence that had disguised itself in a biological camouflage, and I buried my brother in a crudely constructed casket of pine and legacy.
I was alone then. But it did not matter. I would soon arrive at the end of my journey.
When I did arrive, I was surprised at what I had found. It was only a wooden chest - about the size of my great-grandmother's hope chest - but inside there was treasure... amongst other things. Beneath the putrid mess, we unearthed a goldmine of antique frankincense, gold, and myrrh.
And I said, "So, Fuck you."
He was upset; his mouth hung limp like a farm mother's bosom and his eyes were tight like lead pellet.
I didn't mind. He couldn't bother me. I am the ruthlifer. I am Ruthlifer.
I continued to walk. The path was dark and covered in maggots, worms, and golden roses. Overhead, a plant that can only be explained as a wet, putrid, strangled and sopping Weeping Willow fluttered continuously across my face and the nape of my neck. I chopped it down, but my younger brother died. I am too young to have children.
I burned the putrid pestilence that had disguised itself in a biological camouflage, and I buried my brother in a crudely constructed casket of pine and legacy.
I was alone then. But it did not matter. I would soon arrive at the end of my journey.
When I did arrive, I was surprised at what I had found. It was only a wooden chest - about the size of my great-grandmother's hope chest - but inside there was treasure... amongst other things. Beneath the putrid mess, we unearthed a goldmine of antique frankincense, gold, and myrrh.
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