The Fugue - Operation Redline
When one suffers a stroke, life as they knew it ceases to exist, it gets completely destroyed, but if you come to senses, life takes on a whole new meaning, or two, devastation and loss, anyway.
NATO, a paper tiger, messing around Ukraine, a spoiled brat, are Mozart,
sheer madness, unprecedented arrogance, coked up hatred,
provoking Mother Russia, a gas station with nukes,
whose Wagner plays a death metal symphony,
a fugue, in this Artillery, Missile, Drone Age,
upon the $ Nutzie cyborgs, suicidal, eerily subhuman,
so much for the grinding down Unholy Trinity.
LIVE, spelled backwards, EVIL, permeates the old school of the WW3 !
fugue: 1. a musical work in which a theme is taken up successively and developed by the various parts in counterpoint.
fugue 2. sudden travel to a new locale, truly assuming a new identity, amnesic for one's past.
There was a wealthy man having serious financial and marital problems. There was even a wealthier womean, not a woman, beauty tends to be cruelty, with even worse problems, boredom, frigidity. He saw her as his Venus, she regarded him as Anus the Great, as a big zero, or even below that, and she made him feel it. The day following a particularly serious argument with his wife about their impending bankruptcy, the stoic man went fishing to the ocean and did not return. When his empty boat was found it was presumed he had fallen overboard and drowned.
Diana felt as though she had spent her life trapped inside a glass bottle. She could look out and view the world, but it always seemed dulled and distorted by the thick, scratched glass. If anyone would shake her up the slightest bit she felt as though she was going to crack and shatter in a million sharp pieces with which she wanted to cut people because they were all so happy and all she could do was watch. Suddenly, remorseful, Diana missed her imperfect husband so much, but he was dead, lost forever. She became a woman, at last, not womean any longer, a lonely soul, deserted.
Fixing it, she desperately tried to hold onto quick relationships, in vain. Until a quietly disappointed, abstract, young painter unexpectedly appeared on the stage. Just like a pale saint, he was so young to Diana now almost approaching middle age. She seduced him, turning him into a playful boy. They lived a rather happy life doing the unspeakable, unthinkable, unstuck. She was the crazy biatch, so unhinged.
A few years later, Diana with her artistic lover was on a fun trip in the Disney World. But out of blue, she discovered her “deceased husband” playing with some children. When confronted he did appear not to know her at all. Diana was afraid not that she still loved him but that she did not, thinking of her cool boyfriend. The previously rich man she had once loved, now an average-looking ass, had started a new life and done fine as a decent loser, a poverty-stricken dad, hardly able to take care of himself, much less of his children, that SOB, POS, she screamed silently, hating him more than ever before. A menstruating womean again, the cruel princess was the Devil´s own !
Diana consulted her psychologist, telling him the whole story, wondering if her "late" husband would return to his original identity, if he would have no memory of what had taken place during the fugue, if it would end. Diana did not wish to ruin her so hard-built relationship with her lovely painter. Fierce, she was ready to kill, or defend herself. Red Tide coming, baby, it is already a bloodbath ! Peace ? Or peace after war ?
The war was upon them, the perfect storm, taking no prisoners, no mercy !
Was she not a widow, after all ? Was he an unhappy widower ? The no-apparition husband, a show-off shown up, was crazy, mentally ill, was he not ? Or was he just brilliantly faking to get away from his responsibilities safe or thoroughly prepare for revenge ? Traditionally, revenge is a dish best served cold, as hot and sure as hell ! No one could be absolutely sure of anything. Operation Redline, play for free !
Individual wanders far from home. Where have you been ?
I do not know ! I have been here ! During this time Individual completely forgets past life and associations. Can you hear the musick, honey, Mozart versus Wagner ? Ah, ah, ah, those democratic values … Turn off the kinky international orgy, now !
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These sentences struck as I began to read: “Diana felt as though she had spent her life trapped inside a glass bottle. She could look out and view the world, but it always seemed dulled and distorted by the thick, scratched glass.”
Reminds me of St. Paul quoted in Bible about seeing through a glass darkly.
So, is this a fiction story, or a true story?