Changed some bits and pieces nothing drastic (including the cliché title, for something just as clichéd ).
Standstill
The sound of a gunshot echoed in his head, prompting him to a sudden awakening. His eyes sprang wide open, but a fierce brightness forced them shut once more. As he felt the light subsiding and his eyes adjusted, his surrounding gradually came into view; the confusion instilled in him by the unfamiliarity only growing. He found himself standing amidst an immensely empty space; where on either side of him the room stretched out endlessly.
He looked around once more, perplexed, for he knew neither where he was nor how he had gotten to be here. In fact, his mind suddenly cleared with the realization that he had not the faintest idea of who he was, of his own identity. Panic overcame him at once. Immediately he felt an urgent and desperate need to find a way out of this place. Absent-mindedly he brought his hand to his heart, his fingers lingering on his chest. Suddenly aware yet puzzled by the nature of this gesture, he stopped himself and glanced up; noticing for the first time the outline of two doorways as stark white as the walls they lined up against. Relief surged through him, hopeful that these doors would lead him out, anywhere but here; for escape, he decided, had become his main objective.
Hesitantly, he walked forward, a shaking hand reaching for the handle. The door slid open, revealing behind it an array of images, playing back like a film reel against the backdrop of the room. He stood by the doorway, bewildered by the sight, but more so by the familiarity of the faces and actions screening before him. It wasn’t until he saw her that everything came rushing back. That sunshine hair and careless attitude, and that voice, full of money he once called it. Only her name escaped his lips. “Daisy…” Daisy whose name had resonated in his mind for decades past; the one for whom he had accomplished everything in life. He revelled in the memories of their love once fuelled by youthful exuberance and ignorance; but unable to withstand the pressures of social dichotomy.
His gaze, now hollow, drifted back to his life so mysteriously and vastly projected. With every scene rapidly depicting all of his choices and the path they led to, he realised with a painful clarity that his life had been lie; a decades long scheme to win the one prize which even until the end he would never claim – Daisy’s unconditional love. And as the motion picture of his existence neared conclusion, the conviction that his whole life and purpose had been pillared on false idealism was finally affirmed.
Helplessly he watched the final act unfolding, the most heartbreaking and defining, for it was then that his love proved unrequited. He looked on without recognition at the discernible images playing above him; fragments of events he had not witnessed but which nevertheless eventually sealed his fate. Though the figures onscreen were muted he did not need to hear their voices for he already knew what words, accusations and false promises escaped their lips.
Promptly and cruelly, the scene delayed, the sequence of events melded together now played in slow motion. His heart thumped louder, dread creeping up in his body. Paralyzed, not unlike the unwilling spectator he had been in that instant, he witnessed once again with horror Daisy’s carelessness and the inevitable confrontation it led to against one armed and grieving husband.
But he had had enough. He stumbled backwards, no longer wanting to watch and relive…. Relive his death, he realised. His mind blanked out. Again his hand lifted to his chest; though this time he did it consciously, searching for his missing wound. He backed further away from the door, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. For hours, or so it seemed, he remained motionless, his empty eyes staring down. Finally he recomposed himself and his gaze darted back to the room then slowly drifted to the second door. More desperate than ever to get out, he approached it, clinging on to the hope that this was the way back to his life and to answers. Resolved, he turned the knob and stepped inside.
Once more the room screened a compilation of seemingly real-life events, starring old but mostly new, unfamiliar faces. The longer he watched, the more he realised that this was not an accurate account of his life. Stranger still was that this version of himself aged on, his hair changing from salt and pepper to ashy grey. And gradually, the veil of scepticism and perplexity lifted and a different reality set in.
Both doors now lay open as only entrances to two brightly illuminated rooms for both reels had reached their last acts. The man stood there, reflecting on the last moments of this surreal experience. Eventually he had come to grasp the nature of his presence here. From whatever realms, he was being handed the opportunity to choose whichever path he wanted to take. One door would return him to his former life, just as he had so desperately desired only moments ago. But he knew that to do so would simply mean to follow through with his death. What then? The alternative offered him the possibility of embarking on a better and longer life, one in which he and Daisy would never have crossed paths.
Yet his predicament could not be so easily resolved, for despite everything he had loved her. He did love her. Though he knew that their love was only as true and perpetual as conjured in his delusions, she had become the catalyst for all he had done since they first met and he could not bring himself to imagine any other existence.
Two roads, he thought bitterly. But what happens when neither lead you to your heart’s desire? And so he remained, trapped in his conflictions; unable to take that one step forward that would allow him to flee from his desolation.
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Tuesday, 18 March 2008
THE YANKEE ROYAL FAMILY
Political families have dominated the Global arena from time immemorial, but none more so than the Clinton duo of Bill and his wife Hillary, who wielded much influence, power and indeed attraction, not only when Bill was the President of the United States of America from 1992 to 2000, but upon his retirement, the dynasty was continued when Hillary was elected to the US legislature, as the senator for New York, and in the year 2008, is vigorously campaigning to be selected as the Democratic Party nominee for the Presidential election to be held this year.
Such events require incredible planning, funding and a significant degree of cunning. We can only assume that the family were students of the Chinese Emperors, some of whom managed to extend the life of their dynasties for many centuries. Legislation in the US and most other countries will not permit this in the post modern era.
So what was the Clintons secret? What was their "key to success". Like any good organisation, they capitalized and built on their strengths, identified and dealt to their weaknesses. It was universally believed that Bill's wandering eyes, roving hands and lustful indulgences such as his dalliance with Monica Lewinsky would sooner if not later lead to his downfall, as indeed almost happened when the Senate impeached him. Lucky for him on that occasion, that the prosecuting attorney appointed the Justice department turned out to be a bigger jack-the-lad than Billy-the-kid.
But the Clintons also had a plan. A super master plan if you will, and they needed one, because what very few people knew, was that the weakness in their situation was not Bill, it was Hillary herself. She was a dyed in the wool, very happy to stay in the closet, muff diver. Yes folks, she is a born again, ever so happy Lesbian. Bill had always been aware of his wife's sexual preferences, but theirs was very much a marriage of political convenience, an alliance whose destiny would never be influenced or jeopardized by what they considered to be, when viewed in the context of did or did not matter in the greater scheme of things. That was the possession of and future control of power in the greatest nation and strongest economy in the twenty first century.
The plan was simple. Discretion was to be the key to achieving all of their goals, and thereby retaining what they considered to be their rightful place in History. Under no circumstance was Hillary allowed to misbehave in public, and Bill, as most other Global leaders have indulged, it was accepted that he would stray. The Chinese emperors of old, not only had unlimited access to mistresses - fondly referred to as concubines - , but their wives very industriously helped in selecting who was, and who was not suitable for the bonking chamber. Jack - the - lad Kennedy had enormous difficulty in keeping his in his pants, so it was no big deal if Billy - the - kid strayed, and indulged in a little bit on the side. Yes, Monica almost led to his downfall, and mainly because she was too young and could not keep a zip on the lip. The next Bill, try an older women, whom as a collective group are invariably; much more grateful, don't tell or swell.
So Hillary was a closet dyke, who had no interest what ever in coming out of the closet. No she wanted her cake and be able to eat it too. Well that is what pussy pashing ladies do, is it not.
Her story is really very similar to most other women of similar inclinations. The product of a white anglo-saxon protestant family, she was at the first opportunity, dispatched to a prestigious ivy league female boarding school, where as we all know, it is compulsory for the girls to initiate each other in the delights of discovering the essential differences between boys and girls, and also exploring the forbidden fruits that lie hidden in each others bodies.
There was an extremely interesting rumour circulating through the gossipy trollopes who, with very little else to do but speculate and invent trash, and have no interest what so ever in establishing whether or not there is any truth in what ever crap they exchange with each other, that the leader of a South Pacific Nation had made an impassioned plea to be accepted into this group, but her application was rejected on the very simple basis that by any line of reasoning or determination, she was too very, very ugly., and no insult intended. Now girls will be girls, and others can please
All over down under
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
THE YANKEE ROYAL FAMILY
Political families have dominated the Global arena from time immemorial, but none more so than the Clinton duo of Bill and his wife Hillary, who wielded much influence, power and indeed attraction, not only when Bill was the President of the United States of America from 1992 to 2000, but upon his retirement, the dynasty was continued when Hillary was elected to the US legislature, as the senator for New York, and in the year 2008, is vigorously campaigning to be selected as the Democratic Party nominee for the Presidential election to be held this year.
Such events require incredible planning, funding and a significant degree of cunning. We can only assume that the family were students of the Chinese Emperors, some of whom managed to extend the life of their dynasties for many centuries. Legislation in the US and most other countries will not permit this in the post modern era.
So what was the Clintons secret? What was their "key to success". Like any good organisation, they capitalized and built on their strengths, identified and dealt to their weaknesses. It was universally believed that Bill's wandering eyes, roving hands and lustful indulgences such as his dalliance with Monica Lewinsky would sooner if not later lead to his downfall, as indeed almost happened when the Senate impeached him. Lucky for him on that occasion, that the prosecuting attorney appointed the Justice department turned out to be a bigger jack-the-lad than Billy-the-kid.
But the Clintons also had a plan. A super master plan if you will, and they needed one, because what very few people knew, was that the weakness in their situation was not Bill, it was Hillary herself. She was a dyed in the wool, very happy to stay in the closet, muff diver. Yes folks, she is a born again, ever so happy Lesbian. Bill had always been aware of his wife's sexual preferences, but theirs was very much a marriage of political convenience, an alliance whose destiny would never be influenced or jeopardized by what they considered to be, when viewed in the context of did or did not matter in the greater scheme of things. That was the possession of and future control of power in the greatest nation and strongest economy in the twenty first century.
The plan was simple. Discretion was to be the key to achieving all of their goals, and thereby retaining what they considered to be their rightful place in History. Under no circumstance was Hillary allowed to misbehave in public, and Bill, as most other Global leaders have indulged, it was accepted that he would stray. The Chinese emperors of old, not only had unlimited access to mistresses - fondly referred to as concubines - , but their wives very industriously helped in selecting who was, and who was not suitable for the bonking chamber. Jack - the - lad Kennedy had enormous difficulty in keeping his in his pants, so it was no big deal if Billy - the - kid strayed, and indulged in a little bit on the side. Yes, Monica almost led to his downfall, and mainly because she was too young and could not keep a zip on the lip. The next Bill, try an older women, whom as a collective group are invariably; much more grateful, don't tell or swell.
So Hillary was a closet dyke, who had no interest what ever in coming out of the closet. No she wanted her cake and be able to eat it too. Well that is what pussy pashing ladies do, is it not.
Her story is really very similar to most other women of similar inclinations. The product of a white anglo-saxon protestant family, she was at the first opportunity, dispatched to a prestigious ivy league female boarding school, where as we all know, it is compulsory for the girls to initiate each other in the delights of discovering the essential differences between boys and girls, and also exploring the forbidden fruits that lie hidden in each others bodies.
There was an extremely interesting rumour circulating through the gossipy trollopes who, with very little else to do but speculate and invent trash, and have no interest what so ever in establishing whether or not there is any truth in what ever crap they exchange with each other, that the leader of a South Pacific Nation had made an impassioned plea to be accepted into this group, but her application was rejected on the very simple basis that by any line of reasoning or determination, she was too very, very ugly., and no insult intended. Now girls will be girls, and others can please
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