Kamikaze

You see the world imploding into pieces. The mushroom clouds are not the only thing that have the capability of destroying the world. The fungus on this rock rotating in the space with its underground network of parastic suckers has caused an implosion no mushroom cloud can watch. Fatman goes for the little boy, that's the rule for the world. Little boys don't cause much damage, but fat men do. Hiroshima and Nagasaki now make way for Chiba City. The ramen turned cold as a black cat walks out of the funk band concert. Do you like eggs in your ramen? I prefer a soft boiled egg with runny yolk so that when I poke it the yoke runs out and mixes in the ramen. Hard memories are hard memories and soft ones are soft. The triangular patch of land defined by poplar trees couldn't hold a secret, and it was for the best. Fat men and little boys, go to the triangular patch of land, while some other little boys get a cheap mini bioscope to see someone who has left their family way behind spread themsleves eagle. It's about sofas you know, it takes time and effort and probably a bunch of murders or probably more than a bunch of murders for sofas to become couches. What about nicotine patches? Sherlock Holmes uses cocaine when living in the 19th century and switched to nicotine patches in the 21st. It's not about utility. It never was. Otherwise beanbags would have been for resting your ass and for nothing else. This is baffling, that is baffling, when actually nothing is baffling. It's a blackhole, or may be some other colour but hole it is. And it's land, triangular patch or not. You see leaves of Eucalyptus falling like poetry in motion and you still remember the mustard fields, the defilement of soul attached to the kachchi ghani as you remember the dropsy that swelled up the bodies of people leading them to God. It's opposite of big bang, it's not expansion. This shit is imploding within itself. Hopefully it is an alien race, like City 17, that feigns operating from Chiba City. Hopefully it's not tribal chiefs, who turned into wendigo. The kami still roam in the graveyard of souls in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but that doesn't negate the fact that it's all about fat men and little boys.