The Little Man And I

Drip… Drip… Drip…

“What is it now?” A shadow passed across the face of a tiny man. He lifted his head to see a demon perched by the window.

“A lying tongue, my good man.” The demon smiled it’s sharp, stained teeth. It smiled because of the little man’s face. He pulled the face of one who was suppressing an unannounced internal pain. Oh, how beautiful it was.

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The little man picked up his sharp little quill and started to write onto the soft, warm surface.

“Work’s been busy?” Asked the man, trying his best to hide any emotion from his voice.

The demon opened his wings to reveal another mouth protruding from his stomach.

It spoke.

“Don’t you want to know what he said?”

The man was only half way through carving ‘lying’ when the bleeding started.

“Or are you running out of space? I know another little man who ran out of space only yesterday.”

“Oh?” The little man’s poker face took up valuable vocabulary space. He finished off his second word, pulled a little handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his bloody hand.

The demon closed his wings and spoke from his sharp teeth.

“Work is easy. I hardly have to do anything. It’s almost like delegating without delegating. They are all under his employ now.

The words reflected on the little man’s eyes as he shut the doors of reaction.

“Oh?”

The demon smiled.

“At least it keeps you in a job. I’ll se ya.”

And with that, the demon departed. The little man breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down, wiped his hands free from blood stared at the bleeding heart in front of him. A giant heart, stained and scared with evil.

It was afternoon now and the light from the window was passing along the floor as the day came closer to an end. The light never reached the heart.

The man sat alone in the dark and began to cry.

This is The Vile Mint.

Reflection Distorts Desired Delusions

I lay awake as the silence takes hold.

It gets louder and louder.

I beg for a distraction.

Reflection distorts desired delusions.

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What time is is? I’ll check my phone. I’ll check my notifications. I’ll check my newsfeed. I’ll check my email.

I’ll check out.

My mind is a rapid when it should be a lake.

If I let the waters settle… They might begin to boil… They have to keep flowing…

Reflection distorts desired delusions.

How many years has it been since I left school?

Why haven’t I achieved what I thought I would.

I remember saying that I would have a family by 23… At 25 I can pass that one off as naïvety.

What time is it?

Things will get better… I know they will… I just know it…

My mind is an ocean when it should be rain.

Every drop that hits the ground is acceptance of reality.

Every drop that falls fills the bucket labeled ‘Failure’.

I’ll staple my eyes shut if I have to.

Reflection distorts desired delusions.

It’s about travel… that’s it… And… Experience! Sadness is an experience none of these people can fathom! They don’t know pain! They don’t know suffering! They are just sheep! Sheep living in their digital playgrounds! Never thinking! Never feeling!

What time is it ?

What time?

What’s the time?

The silence is loud. My mind is sleepwalking when it should be in asleep.

It’s all ok. Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. I’m going to live for me and be free.

Reflection distorts desired delusions.

 

This is The Vile Mint.

Painting Light

While reading this, remember that you are subconsciously decoding written language into thought patterns that are comprised of imagination, memory and experience. The words by themselves mean absolutely nothing.

“What do you see?”

Josh takes a step back from the painting and simultaneously places his hand upon his chin (the way people do when they pretend to be deep in thought).

“I see…”

The painting on the wall showed a blind man watching a sunset.

“Well, it’s all about experience. You don’t need to see the sunset to experience it.”

Bree tilts her head to one side like a dog hearing a strange noise.

“Huh…”

Josh smiles to himself.

A man sitting on a chair behind Josh and Bree gives his opinion.

“Bullshit!”

Josh and Bree turn to face the man.

“The painting is about illusion verses reality.”

A little rude, but a good point.

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

The old man smiles.

“No, you didn’t. You said it was about experience when It is about illusion. Let me explain it to you this way: you have never seen, nor will ever see, this painting.”

Hand to chin.

“Light does not exist in your brain. We decode light through our eyes and ‘see‘ it in our brains via chemical reactions. You will never, and can never see, light. Therefore, everything you see is an illusion. Including this painting”

Josh turns back to the painting and looks at it for a few seconds.

“Very interesting…”

He then throws a friendly smile to the man and tries to walk away with Bree as casually as possible. He makes it a few meters before the man shouts out to him.

“Oh by the way, the art gallery doesn’t start until you pass through the doors at the end of the corridor.”

Embarrassed, the couple hurry towards the real art gallery and two others take their place.

“Bullshit!”

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Evil Eyes

The man washed his face at the bathroom mirror. The water dripped down his cheeks as he took a deep breath.

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“Why do men stare at themselves in the mirror when they do wrong?”

The old man pondered a moment. “They are asking themselves a question. They are asking, ‘How could I?’”

The boy sat up in his bed. “Maybe they expect to see something change, like the painting in the story.”

“You see”, said the old man, “Evil isn’t shown on the faces of men, or in the picture of Dorian Gray.”

The boy stared into the fire.

“Then how do you know if you are good or bad?”

The old man smiled.

“You ask yourself without a mirror.”

The boy closed his eyes.

***

The boy in the mirror had long been forgotten, but the man in his head haunted his brain.

This is The Vile Mint.

Silent Suffering & Colossal Careers

The clock keeps ticking.

The blood keeps dripping.

Open your eyes to the point.

The point of the knife.

The point?

Coincidental fate?

Happenstance providence?

Millions suffer. Billions starve. Children burn.

The west waits for the savior to return.

Keep waiting. It serves you well.

Natural selection.

Humanity is at stake.

Natural selection.

Humanity is too late.

Be cold. Be vicious. Be the machine.

Humanity isn’t essential for survival.

Abort! Abort! Abort!

Progress.

One. Oneness.

The universe is with you.

It will conspire in your favor.

What was Hitlers ‘Personal Legend’?

New age waters drowning new born fools.

Swim around the rock.

Keep swimming.

Keep your head above the waters.

Drown.

Guess what?

The clock keeps ticking.

This is The Vile Mint.

 

Mind Your Mind

The corridors of the mind are ever changing. At first they seem dark and mysterious, but the hallways and rooms are traveled by your subconscious. The little person inside your brain has a very important job. My subconscious’s name is Bill.

Bill walked through the same corridors everyday. Back and forth and back and forth. On one particular night, bill sat down on an old bench in a dark corner of my mind. Bill felt a growing desire within his heart. he wanted more out of life.

He took out a map from his back pocket. On this mind map were all the corridors that Bill had ever traveled. To an outsider, the map looked more like a maze.

When I was young, the corridors of my mind were ever changing. As I learnt and grew into a man, the corridors began to become stable structures. Now, they are more like ancient ruins than magical ever-changing pathways.

Bill went into a deep sleep that night. He dreamt about unexplored tunnels and new beginnings.

When Bill woke up, he took a walk along the corridors. Let’s face it, that’s all Bill ever does.

Yet, on this particular day, Bill saw something strange. Standing in the middle of an old hallway was a door. A door that did not exist before. Bill’s new door.

You see, when I realised my subconscious was a living person, I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed for letting him travel the same thought patterns. I felt ashamed for forcing him to travel the same pointless passage ways when he could be exploring the unexplored.

Bill took out his map. It was ready to be changed. he burst into the door without any fear or hesitation. The mind is a complex structure. It needs to expand or it will suffocate.

It all starts with a choice. I chose to expand my mind, but I have to ask you: When was the last time you created a door?

This is The Vile Mint.