Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Flash Fiction 39. Martial Language Arts.

N word point blank. One of the most sharp insinuations. I've been called it a few times. Though my complexion has more finesse, sort of 3D-printed pyramid development chromatic hue of tan to off-white (a painter's joke) during some Sahara glaciation 8,000 years BCE. Obviously I circled the world, for the purpose of international travel maybe throwing one to the Olmec so they could great him at the door knob some day. Hide in the darkness. The moon light is still sunlight. And don't ever mow your lawn

On to the next offensive word: pick one. Any word. With precision comes damage. Let's take apart the word. W or D.

What should we be irritated by next? Mosquitoes kissing your ass.

One oasis.

Chameleon.

I write in black and white and occasionally with other colors. 

Why do people race? RA CE.

I think racism is stupid but I understand why people are afraid of things they don't understand.

Design a new hyper proto-language structure in a 0.

I'll post this after some eventual midnight when we are all nice to each other under the starlight.


No comments:

Post a Comment

Flash Fiction 116. Home Sweet Home

The controlled areas are North America, South America, Europe, and Japan. The Mid-East is Biblical and in my opinion too violent.  Africa is...