fruit flies, and hammers? ( Random)
I fed the fruit flies
I left some food out, on the kitchen table over night. I was too tired to take it out. I walked over to the table, mindlessly reaching out to grab the bowl. Upon close inspection; the tiny bowl of untouched fruit salad was surrounded by minute flying insects innocently yet frantically spinning around their prized possession.
A smile crept on my face…with the realization that, I had fed the fruit flies. Yes, the day is promising.
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The hammer
Hit the pin with hammer!!
Shatter the pin into pieces,
Into tiny little glistening fragments of metal.
Upon more hammering blows;
The pin is reduced into pin dust.
Shamash and mash hit and grind until the dust is no more then infinitesimal molecules,
[sub-molecules x infinity]
Crush it into nonexistence!
It is dead!
Yet…
The energy which triggered the hammer in the first place still lingers,
Like a vicious monster hungry to eat it’s way through the fabric of time and space.
This hammer is going to be the death of us.
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