Sunday, March 22, 2015


The inflated tear hovers precariously over the earth. It shudders like the stomach of a pregnant lady. It gleams in the light. Everybody goes about their business, but looks up every now and then nervously. Inevitably, and soon, it will burst and flood the world, and all who it touches will sob uncontrollably and add to it. There will be a great period of crying all over the earth. The people know this, but still in their hearts they are unprepared.

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