THE MUD TOY
Drowned In the oceans of emotions; chasing the luminous beads out of sandy grieves, here comes the lunatic creature of the nature; the character played by God; the HUMAN BEING!!!
I, myself, am honored to observe this monolithic creation and I am obvious to declare that it’s actually the most adventurous game played by the great nature. In the game, the “Mad muddy” is being completely controlled by the player, the God. But is just allowed to flail whichever arm or leg first. And see the irony he seems completely alright with it. Because he always is supposed to be indulged in the lurking fires which are actually put by the super mind to relish its own adventurous soul.
The game guy looks so innocent when he gets the bright shades on his face because he gets over some obstacle without realizing the face that the real player intended him to b joyous by a careful move. So he is!!
Well! Out of the gaming zone, let’s have a look at the attitude of the explosive nation for which they get flak…
The whole mass is the same I mean the same stuffed toys but are differently positioned and postured at a worldly rack. The higher ones are fluffier like they are more reluctant to b played with. But the lower ones are always fine towards all the pinching stuff.
THEY HAVE TO!!
With the reason that they are the lower ones!!
Aaw the poor pals!
The funny part of this creation is it never remains in the stable state; always up to be in an excited one.
For this, whatever the mass is to do all they say is “JUST DO IT”!!
That’s where the problem starts. In this case, I am staunchly supporting the creator who has sympathy for them creating hurdles because they, whether agreed or not, really cant sustain without the odd things.
Now come to the most astonishing and “nowhere else found” blind butterflies they pet. Oh! I am sorry I might am daring to humiliate them now. Actually I am talking about their most remarkable feature I mean the EMOTIONS!
Well! It is the most complex thing that the lunatics carry and I still am unable to analyze them. All I want to say is these cuties can b fired anytime and anywhere. And yeah! They die too. Really they die??
All are often found complaining their pets had died. But where their brainy stuff goes right that time?? As in they are talking and complaining about their emotions and this remembrance is wholly linked with their feelings. Well whatever!!
They are complex.
THEY REALLY ARE!! I must say.
Oh yeah! I am missing the dangerous feature of the adventurous species i.e. HEART. Well heart, doesn’t not sound interesting. It must have named something else like “Pumpy fluff or a “Frisky”. Eew! I, too, fail naming it.
Anyhow it is heard that the heart is linked with emotions and also pumps blood to help man remaining live and has spacious space for some one sweet to heart called the “Sweet heart”, in general. In severe cases, many are sweet to it purposed as “sweets” for heart.
Well HELLO!!! It is just equivalent to the fist of a person then how it manages such a vast area inside, actually??
What else can I do?
All I have to do now is to work harder on it. Right now I don’t feel to search the complexity. I’ll probably b doing it at some other time when I’ll feel a real pity for the…Oh! Get a break. I feel. You notice I feel twice right now?? I mean I FEEL!!! Like I also possess the same butterflies which are the emotions actually.
Do I belong to the same species, too??
Oh please NO!!
NO WAY AT ALL!!
Do I really??
I mean how can me b such a lame… AM I???…..
(The writer is extinct)