I OR THE FLY, MY SWEDISH SWINE? (character monologue) It was... blackened! smudged! in my papered world wingless now, voiceless now it flew about for years and years circling itself, around me. attempting to converse with the arm hairs of my intellect, with 1 heathen word: "buzzzzz" trying to steal, just like a heathen! trying to pray just like a devil! Bothering me for this and that, with it's godless life. Telling me this land was it's first.. and blah blah blah and so I wondered if it's family would miss it if I were to well... dispose of it little blackened form. Lead it! beat it! kill it! into a darker pit of death! Perhaps the family would already know as if in a cry of prophetic torture that their love! their fly would be splattered upon my papered wall! And so I said, "I will strike thee down in the name of the lord! I am man! I have religion! therefore I am in the right! It's my right I am man, you see. I am after all me. Amen." -SMACK!-BAM!-KILL! I swore I heard a cry! a moan! a chorus of despair was it not in my head! was it not in my head! that's he told me, what the doctor said. and so what? it died breathless upon my papered world the fly was dead, death by the hands of I! and so I walked outside thought nothing of it one less fly won't hurt the world it did die slowly.. as I beat! slapped it! fly swatted it silly with my swatter in hand. Yes hmmm... isn't it funny what one can get for a measly 90 cents. How little it costs to cause pain and death!? No need to answer, I answer myself," isn't it funny, indeed". I passed many a pepper tree, and an Italian river creamy and white but my thoughts wondered... oh! how I clobbered that small speck of life till it's little winged heart was still! Poor little tiny winy fly! oh what a crock of bull! I felt no guilt. Why should I it's only a heathen? a fly has no soul. all flies go to hell, or didn't you know? the clouds were clouds that august day the sweat lamented upon my sculptured brow My eyes, they fluttered like a still life camera each sight a picture click- click- click only to be interrupted by a cucumbered man who flashed me. Woo hoo! just another day in the city of salad, and I thought, buzz - whack- splat- I scream out "ha!" in remembrance all in the name of the lord I killed the fly, yes I, I killed the fly Not to say the day was not a weird one But then again I am a weird one I said, and I answer myself "A weird one you are indeed" So you tell me: I continued to walk along the road because I walked along the road must you always ask so many questions? my feet, they scurried among the ground green and crisp, like lettuce, I said to myself! and Just as I was about to reply... a wave of darkness surrounded me as if something was blocking the sky and light and.. and and..., -SMACK!- ugh.... it wasn't till I saw the contrast of blood upon a wounded carrot did I realize I had fallen... I looked up and to my aghast! my stunned staged of fear I saw it! I saw it! this thing coming near surrounded by a bowl and this giant that stood over me hit me again! again! and again with it's evil machine a giant swatter it seemed by a fly quite immense! What heathen would do such a thing I asked myself! "In the name of God, I will strike thee down" it screamed as I tossed and turned amongst lettuce green I noticed my blood matched the tomato beside me. One last whack was all I felt and I heard the giant fly say "Isn't it funny what one can get for a measly 90 cents." "isn't it funny indeed" it answered itself and as I laid there breathless I could hear his words: "I am fly! I have religion! I am in the right! It's my right! I am always in the right, I am fly you see, I am after all me. Amen." and as I died in his salad bowl. I could only think .... "Now I suppose a moral to the story would be timely" I thought one might be saying "a moral to the story would be nice, indeed" you no doubt answer back, But you answer this time, my Swedish swine, which was the guilty party.. the fly or I! I or the fly which was the heathen? or is it really all the same?