Showing posts with label monologue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monologue. Show all posts

5/1/11

Delusion (pt2)

    I was genuinely surprised by the woman's choice to leave her "unreachable" husband's journal to my custody. I was even more baffled by the manuscript's contents. As it turns out, the events that were recorded in it were stretched out on a period of 13 months.But I specifically recalled that the preacher's residence in the Nhutbian tribe was longer than a year and a half.
   I immediately began the study of the manuscript.This is when I had my first glimpse of the horrific realities that I   would so soon discover...
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   The preacher's name was John Barry Bowers, he worked as an religious colonist for the I.C.A-The International Conservative Association- his job was to help the last few members of the North African tribes to adhere to the nearest urban or rural areas and to help them understand how the world works around them while conserving and recording their traditions and rituals. He was supposed to focus on the last untouched Nhutbian tribes, and record their behaviour, and to teach them Christianity's basics.
   His first four months were spent in the presence of a bigger tribe, the only thing that was worth a second look from his recordings were two days in April when the whole tribe suddenly entered a state of complete idleness that later evolved into a very aggressive-"berserkish"-fever. The records state that in those two days the tribesmen were acting like savage beasts for exactly three hours, followed by another three hours of idleness and so on, every eight hours a sixth of them fell into a deep trance from which they couldn't be awaken. One of the savages suddenly attacked him during one of the tribe's berserk fits, Mr. Bowers was able to react and to immobilise the tribesman until the idleness part of the cycle began again.
After the second day of madness ended the tribesmen who were engulfed in that deep trance awoke.
None of them could remember anything that happened in the previous two days, not even the Nhutbian who attacked John.

4/29/11

Hypocrisy?

 And here it is ladies and gentlemen, The Royal Wedding!!!
that's not me (or mine for that matter)
But let's be honest, how many people out of the hundreds that will get drunk today really care about the wedding? I'm not talking about the wedding in this post because I find it pretty interesting myself. I will, however talk about what English people do when they ain't got a clue what they should do: They get drunk.
It's not a crime or anything that anyone couldn't understand but it's somewhat strange that where everyone respects a thousand-years old custom, they decide that getting drunk is the best way through. The only explanation why they don't get any liver disease is that they are genetically resistant to alcohol, meaning they've been doing it for quite a while.
Well I am supposed to talk about hypocrisy...and I am. I do so because I am myself a hypocrite, I am enjoying their holiday even though I wouldn't do it if I wasn't living in England now...I'm not sure how I'm supposed to get drunk but...hey at least there are gonna be enough people to make fun of...oh well on this I must end, I am supposed to get to a party round a friend of mine but he forgot to tell me where i should go...See you in a bit!