The Jerk Testiment

Where there's smoke. . .there's a bullet in the air and my finger on the trigger.Miss Sinatra, serve it up for me please :

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang he shot me down
Bang bang I hit the ground
Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang my baby shot me down. . .

They say akili ni nywele but what does Medusa have to say for herself? With Her mane of snakes with minds of their own, who can blame her for building a Tower of Babel inside her head? Five hundred Garden of Edens in that cold-blooded Afro. He said forgive seventy times seven but She'll still have ten forked tongues to lick at her conscience.



Interesting how hard it is for you to divorce your guilt. You know, just scream "Talak talak talak what the fuck!" Instead you bury it in the Sahara Desert marked by a hologram of a bleeding heart. Beware you could mislead the takshifs who'll also lead the Three Wise Men to the wrong manger where the servants of Isis frequent to copulate in the sand.


Now, after the first emotional single and video doesn't sell that well, people go back to their cranial studios to work on a second release. The remix comes out as wack as the book to film release of Harry Potter. Still sounding the same no matter how many hooks you steal. Better sell one record than blow up with some fake bass in your voice.

In the shadow of the valley of death, I shalt fear no weevils. Better eat the damn things and stay alive. A wand in hand ain't nothing compared to a rose in the bush. With the wand you can just whine all the wussy crap from a book I have just mentioned but you will just end up with Ali Baba and forty orgasms. I can think of a thousand plus things to do with a rose bush. . .

The door bell rings thrice, just as I had professored. Cutest Pointy Pilot I have ever seen. Daddy, why hast thou passed this cup of Sangria to me? The next tot whips my brain back up. Helped me carry her cross-legs to the hill. Nailed me to her at 175 degrees. It is done. Her temple curtain ripped in two with the lights off. Asketh; "What have WE done?"

Things I Admire About People - Bystander Apathy

People die everyday.But how some people die raise so many questions as to the humanity of human beings. Standard example: Blonde X is set upon by a maniac as she returns from work at 3am. Thirty of her neighbours in the same hood come to their windows when she cries out in terror but none come to her assistance even when her stalker takes over half an hour to murder her. No one even calls the police!

Anyway such human indifference is not new. Just count how many Good Samaritans were mentioned in the Bible, thats enough to tell you something. But is it really indifference? Maybe the problem is much more complex. Aint it funny that strangers are more likely to offer assistance than the people we know? You'd rather give a strange beggar your change than give it to your "good for nothing next of khn who had an outstretched hand right from the time he came from the womb."

The greater the emergency, the higher the reluctance to help. The prescence of others who are passive also increases reluctance. You are seated in a café somewhere and the opposite building bursts in flames and nobody bats an eyelid let alone flinches. Who the hell are you to run around in panic. When in Rome, then youre Roman. Maybe its common practice to burn down bridges and house in that part of town!

Failure to give aid may also come from confusion. Say, someone fals in an epileptic fit or clutches the stomach like they got a minature hell in there. . .now, if you hadnt given shit about First Aid classes, its probably the doctor, not you, who will feel apathetic. . .you instead will be so nervous that you may end up worse than the helpee.

Many also seem to doubt if the emergency is real. Costs of helping (especially if theres no real emergency) and the guilt of not helping are the two scales that make you decide whether to stretch out that straw to the drowning man. Unfortunately for the victim/helpee, the guilt of not helping may not be enough to make most people risk making fools of themselves. . .