....sigh

Utopia
These stoical chairs won’t speak I know…
But I am not sure whether they understand …the pangs
Other day I saw a virgin condom on the roadside…
The thin transparent sticky mass was contaminated by enumerable eyes ….ha ha ha …
Sometimes all those pungent ammoniacal smells mixed with naphthalene vapors from urinals make me transgress the atheist inside me and I start believing for few eternal moments and I stop being sarcastic ..no pun intended…
But these chairs wont understand or shall I say “won’t believe” ...I hate their atheism …it’s like finding someone of your own kind …or is it a threat to have to get socialized with one of your kind.
But one day I am going to kill all the chairs …one by one they will face the sufferings from the purgatory…I am sure it will bring the utopia which every avid soul is waiting for …but for that I will need all the shades of crimson red …I wish I could wrench each and every vein of mine and paint the horizon red with that dark crimson shade of life …errrrrrotic isn’t it?