the prognosticator

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

na.

a frustrated young individual

born of the late 20th century

sat down in their favorite cafe

buried in a borough of the big apple

with cigarette in hand &

a little memo book---

with coffee & cigarettes following each other

one after another,

they began to write down the most ridiculous ideas

that they could muster,

entailing what would happen in the distant future.

 

after making a good amount of ludicrous

propositions,

all hammered out in quatrains,

the individual placed the memo book in a little

wooden container

that they'd bought at a

thrift store &

then walked outside

to slide it into the street gutter

allowing it to fall down below

into the sewer.

 

hundreds of years later,

this box was found embedded in the earth below

after the drain, the street & the sewer had been

excavated

to erect a building of some kind for the future &

the worker who found it got it to a "specialist"

who spent the better part of their life

analyzing the prophecies set forth &

warning humanity of all that was to come,

based on what had been written in the memo book.

 

as readers of the new book of prophecies came out

in droves

flocking into a dwelling where the quatrains of

mystery were read,

a collective want for these writings to be the basis for

a new

religion

was born &

like all religions, this one needed to be fought for

in order to covert those that did not believe that the

excrement in the memo book, was in fact mystical

truth---

people died for centuries onward

all in the name of the new faith &

to think it all was just pulled out of the ass of

somebody joking around

while puffing on a cig.


Submitted: April 29, 2012

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