Rasvladum Puvimir

by m.s.wardrip

Time and stinking time again, I’ve tried to please her. This time I give up.

Who could even imagine the impossible demands she unfairly put on me.

Even on the coldest nights she would insist that I go watermelon hunting for her, knowing full well that there wasn’t even a remote chance of finding one. There wasn’t a watermelon within a thousand miles and here I was, going from grocery to grocery on a wild goose chase. No melons. No telling.

Somewhere fear entered the picture. Did you ever notice that when your concentration is on fear, that ugly things start to happen? I mean, fear begets fear. If you are fearing death, it’s likely that you will see some. If you are fearing a person, they will show up. If you are afraid of noises in the dark, guess what you will hear? Fear. Fear likes more of itself. Fear is full of itself. This is why it’s important to tell fear to take a hike. Tell fear to take a long hike on a short gangplank. Tell fear to be afraid of itself and it just might implode. Wouldn’t that be great? Fear destroys itself! Yay!

Ripped to the gills, I destroyed fear. The past is gone. The now is here. There is no fear. Fear is replaced with confidence. Fear victory for it rules.

Fear should fear fear’s demise. Fear should fear itself. Fear should be lonely. Fear is dear to fear but not so near or dear to make it clear that fear is to be feared, fear is to be geared to tiered piers with smeared gears leaking through the top of the weird and bearded queer, not to be confused with steers and beers, so cheers! Fellowship of Fear meets 24/7 everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.

We, as humans, appreciate and love you beyond imagination. You have become the Imaginator. The Imaginator knows not fear or the company it keeps. The opposite of fear is what I hear. Drink a beer and blaze it right on out of here. I kiss not the ass of the bewildered. I fear not fear. Here, Here!