Thursday, 24 May 2012
07:44:45 PM (GMT)
The girl with the wild hair and the green eyes has a cut on the tip of her finger.
It’s smaller than the smallest bone in her body and bigger than the Grand Canyon.
It pours blood constantly, forever, and yet she doesn’t die because she is
INVINCIBLE. How many other people can say that they have a big and small cut on their
finger, that is the SAME cut, and that they are INVINCIBLE? Not many, I say, not many
This girl is one of the seven natural wonders of the world, although she makes it
eight, and no one knows that she is there. They just know there is a girl with a
finger and she is the queen. But this magical, INVINCIBLE girl is also INVISIBLE. She
lives her life in secluded loneliness, ghosting around a black and white city of
people who all look the SAME.
That is because they ARE all the SAME. Each one has a head with a face with two eyes
and a nose and two lips and the same number of teeth and a tongue and two ears and a
brain and eyebrows and hair on their head that is the same shade of grey. And
attached to this head with this face is a neck, and after the neck a torso and after
the torso two legs and attached to the torso is two arms with hands and fingers that
PICK THINGS UP. The invisible girl cannot pick things up. Not with her bleeding
Each person is identical to the last with a beating heart and lungs that change
oxygen to carbon dioxide. That is all they do, day after day. Inhale, convert, and
exhale. Over and over, repeating for life. The invisible, invincible, magic, red
headed queen girl finds this boring. She’d rather entertain herself with the clouds
that are all different; the ones that changes shape and shades and altitudes and have
the NERVE to block the SUN.
People are so BORING, the queen thinks. I am glad I am no longer one of them for I am