Raphael #28: The Macadamia Rant

by Raphael the Contradiction

To begin typing to a job of superfluous nothingness. To see the day roll on in a feverish pace of cheap soda, salty almonds, and brownies that are nowhere to be found. I sip my bubbly brown elixir in the dark whilst I puzzle my way around a macadamia that is looking at me funny. Does it know me from somewhere or is it waiting and plotting, and if so how thick is the plot and will I discover it before my cheap glass of cola has dissipates into the everlasting world that contends with the sanity of my mind for a cheap pass to McDonalds only to ask for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with no pickles.

Is it truly what it seems, shall the darkness itself be torn apart at the seams? Why ask why and is the town dry, and will any of this help the homeless learn to fly. There are days like this even in Australia when the mind bends to the N and the N is never the
end until the M but where does that go and who does it see, in the end they are all connected to the M in macadamia.

By the heart and soul does the mind exist in the world or is the world created by the mind? Do some see what they see and ignore the rest or is the world to be put to the test. The world I speak is only your own so then the world will be free to be seen by itself as it rises to coffee, bagels and vanilla creamer. That’s not your world you say of course it’s not do I look psychic as I pick the lock, do I create a vibe as I sit with my clock. Does the clock read noon or midnight or even 3:56 AM because FM is full of pop
music beamed to the masses, they are wisely not eating macadamias at 2:21 AM.

The bright fluorescent screen screams at me as if the world is on fire and my mind does the same without a thought just a pause and a small drench of soda that talks to me at night whispering from the corners telling me to find the end of the world and then I will find the rest. Is there the rest after eternity is found. When they say rest, is it the knowledge of the world or does the edge hold sleep and and restful respite where even the brain cannot attack with it’s wicked words, morals, and worst case scenarios about extra cheesy Doritos.

Is it the grail who is destined to fail or the knight in search of wisdom, not I said the Duke of Earl, then again he is the leader of the pack vroom vroom. Wisdom and virtue are they true maybe false, no man is an island and the want for knowledge is not out of
piousness. In the end man is still animal, and for that I hate all of you! But even I’m not island, so be excellent to each other and for seconds of the day we will be above animals and maybe for minutes of the day we will stop hating. But I’m not gonna hold my breath.

I’ll just have more cheap soda and macadamias.