June 10th, 3008
The Guy had coffee on June 10th, 3008.
A most significant day in the life of a certain Guy, living with his parents (The Mom and The Dad), in a certain city (The City), in the Eastern part of a certain country (The Country). His name- you dont need to know. We'll probably just refer to him as The Guy (TG). He works in a factory, churning out Goods he doesn't care about. The Goods dont care about him either. They just care about Coffee. So does he. He had a life once. It started in the early hours of each morning and went on till the wee hours of the night. It was the Coffee that was his life-blood. And it was Coffee that spelt his doom. It spelt 'DOOM'. (You'd say English Coffee is too good at spelling bee's. Interestingly they are not sure of the letter B. Stupid Coffee.)
Anywho, the point is that he was happy, having coffee, and dancing. He was a dancer. He'd dance for love, for passion, for Intelligent Coffee, for joy, for no reason at all, for life itself (which at times seems to have no reason anyways). Dancing was living. Living was for dancing (and the quest for Intelligent Coffee). The moment he'd hit the floor- any floor was a dance floor- he'd go into his secret world of romance and adventure. Every time it was a fresh one, a new path, a journey of thousand Directions to choose from, each with its own distinct flavour (Directions is a brand of i-screams). Every moment spent- not dancing- seemed like a crime to him. A crime without passion, or heart. A crime without reason, a crime without soul. He'd do all he could to dance , and dance for all he could. Coffee gave him strength, and dancing gave him paper tickets to buy Coffee. (Paper tickets was the more useful currency in The City, more popular than what The Bank used to give- Money. Money was a laughed-at good. He did not like it though- laughed-at I mean) It was perfect (Perfect: A state of Chaos, that seems logical, thus acceptable). Then came the dragons. And things were not perfect anymore (Not perfect- A state of Chaos, that does not seem logical, hence, not acceptable).
The dragons were half breeds- born out of the The Man, The Squirrel, The Horse and The Seagull. Ok, I'm just kidding. The dragons were a cross-breed of Chinese, and Mexican sea-birds. They were couriers, before the Golden Era of The DHL. They'd fly from one pole to the other in less than a day and still have time for coffee. You see, the world was in a state of Perfect Chaos, after the Declaration of the Four Nations- The East, The West, The North, & The South. In order to restore a state of Acceptable Chaos, The Leaders of the Four Nations decided to breed Dragons. The dragons were like Television- only better, as they themselves had Tele-Vision. They could look into the future as well as the past. They could climb the clouds and escalators. And make Man's dreams come true. The only problem was they needed a lot of Coffee. And that was a big problem. Coffee as it turned out, gave Man the power of speech, dance, and love (and gas), gave the Goods the power of Labor (and gas), and it gave the Dragons the power of vision, and flight (and gas). Coffee is what would bring in the Next Age- The Age of Coffee.
The question was Who would rule The Age of Coffee? Man, Dragons, or Goods? Or maybe just The Guy, Our Guy......
To be or not to be continued... That may or may not be the question. Point is I cant go on anymore, right now.
The Guy had coffee on June 10th, 3008.
A most significant day in the life of a certain Guy, living with his parents (The Mom and The Dad), in a certain city (The City), in the Eastern part of a certain country (The Country). His name- you dont need to know. We'll probably just refer to him as The Guy (TG). He works in a factory, churning out Goods he doesn't care about. The Goods dont care about him either. They just care about Coffee. So does he. He had a life once. It started in the early hours of each morning and went on till the wee hours of the night. It was the Coffee that was his life-blood. And it was Coffee that spelt his doom. It spelt 'DOOM'. (You'd say English Coffee is too good at spelling bee's. Interestingly they are not sure of the letter B. Stupid Coffee.)
Anywho, the point is that he was happy, having coffee, and dancing. He was a dancer. He'd dance for love, for passion, for Intelligent Coffee, for joy, for no reason at all, for life itself (which at times seems to have no reason anyways). Dancing was living. Living was for dancing (and the quest for Intelligent Coffee). The moment he'd hit the floor- any floor was a dance floor- he'd go into his secret world of romance and adventure. Every time it was a fresh one, a new path, a journey of thousand Directions to choose from, each with its own distinct flavour (Directions is a brand of i-screams). Every moment spent- not dancing- seemed like a crime to him. A crime without passion, or heart. A crime without reason, a crime without soul. He'd do all he could to dance , and dance for all he could. Coffee gave him strength, and dancing gave him paper tickets to buy Coffee. (Paper tickets was the more useful currency in The City, more popular than what The Bank used to give- Money. Money was a laughed-at good. He did not like it though- laughed-at I mean) It was perfect (Perfect: A state of Chaos, that seems logical, thus acceptable). Then came the dragons. And things were not perfect anymore (Not perfect- A state of Chaos, that does not seem logical, hence, not acceptable).
The dragons were half breeds- born out of the The Man, The Squirrel, The Horse and The Seagull. Ok, I'm just kidding. The dragons were a cross-breed of Chinese, and Mexican sea-birds. They were couriers, before the Golden Era of The DHL. They'd fly from one pole to the other in less than a day and still have time for coffee. You see, the world was in a state of Perfect Chaos, after the Declaration of the Four Nations- The East, The West, The North, & The South. In order to restore a state of Acceptable Chaos, The Leaders of the Four Nations decided to breed Dragons. The dragons were like Television- only better, as they themselves had Tele-Vision. They could look into the future as well as the past. They could climb the clouds and escalators. And make Man's dreams come true. The only problem was they needed a lot of Coffee. And that was a big problem. Coffee as it turned out, gave Man the power of speech, dance, and love (and gas), gave the Goods the power of Labor (and gas), and it gave the Dragons the power of vision, and flight (and gas). Coffee is what would bring in the Next Age- The Age of Coffee.
The question was Who would rule The Age of Coffee? Man, Dragons, or Goods? Or maybe just The Guy, Our Guy......
To be or not to be continued... That may or may not be the question. Point is I cant go on anymore, right now.
