I don't know if the same thing has ever happened to you or not, but this used to happen to me with alphabet soup. Yes, the one to eat, the same one that our mothers gave us. That in which we start looking for words abstracting ourselves from the world while we eat and that for the record, it is very rude, eating and reading at the same time at the table. How is it possible that this can happen, being the same soup, with the same random letters? One day your heart overflows with joy, you have met someone who can become special and then the alphabet soup appears to eat, as if from nowhere, as if it were an ancestral oracle or one of those moiras playful with our insipid life. There you are and that soup, when you start to break the manners of not reading at the table magically appearing in each spoonful words like: "Love","hun", "little thing", "beautiful" some other "I love you" or "cuchi cuchi" making your expression brush between supine stupidity or the last degree of the famous kundalini. But, what if that person who was your better half leaves you for someone else? That day the famous oracle called "of the alphabet soup", even being from the same package as the other time with the same affable letters, becomes different, surprising you in each spoonful with not only single words or at most, two linked if not with phrases like: "he/she will be the son/daughter of the great whore" or words as tender as "Grey", "Black", "Kill", "Pig", "asshole", "castratr", "Bastard/ Shit"..... Curious at least the alphabet soup is. Fdo. Sr.D
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