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Obscurity is the greatest irony that can be inherent in an epitaph…its space is also a kernel- of obscurity that covers the space.

A mongrel who wanted to have its night –life out, went to an unmarked grave. Its most dignified part of the body was its tail, which was tempered by savage brawls and vagaries of the inclement.

It started reading the epitaph: Space of obscurity lying unmarked in an un-earthly grave.

The stray mongrel started whimpering when the the ghost started creaking the chimes of a worn out municipality clock”.

Before the dog could lift its legs and scoot, the skeleton grinned and shrieked!

The dog ran whimpering : “every dog has its day”.

A person who wanted to scatter his remains all over the world discovered to his surprise, that he was hardly dead.
Amused, he decided that an easy way out was to write it out.
After his death, people visited his grave and stared at it—slowly, silently, passionately and then broke out laughing.

Sadly he remarks: “ I wish I was human and having a body now, filled with emotions; I wish I could walk back and read what they are reading”.

A man called archaic stereo-type-trope—as Zeus-Jupiter-Moses-Harley-Davidson,  was then imagined into a gigantic, rippling, bronze-hulk, armed to the teeth with the fetish-machinery of the spear-axe-maze-automatic-nuke; now as times changed, was reduced by the eccentricities of poets to inspiration, and further reduced to miniscule rust-proof tip  called ‘little beef’ whose head crouched as a troll, who gleamed further;  when the  book was released from the trigger and signed,  a chorus of black-bullet splatter shot out; the gonzo, Zeus-Jupiter-Moses-Harley Davidson, grins and whroooms off muttering, “oh bush, the gasoline  is eating me up