Viktor Car

Radioactive Frogs that Glow in the Dark

So I was in talkative mood; I teased my excited daughter; that we better step out of it, that I have a dizzying sensation, that the tire will blow and we will be the first fatality, and she laughed me off, and driving home, through occasional cloud of mist I talked about extraterrestrial fog out of which the radioactive frogs will leap all over us, and what is really the difference between extraterrestrials and us, extrapedestrians staring through milky fog with our noses still frozen from going fast, and how did we go fast, by gliding on a wheel placed horizontally instead of rotating vertically, and what do we do in this life but play with wheels, and we better summarize and find some sense in our miserable lives because radioactive frogs may leap any minute; so you my dear explain to me please the purpose and the source of that sensation we have about movement and speed, and isn't that very sensation what alleviates us from the dull category of pedestrians into the upper spheres of extrapedestrianism, and those spheres naturally border on extraterrestrialism; having made that point so brilliantly I looked at the back seat expecting my daughter to be crunching thoughts behind her big bright eyes, but she was soundly asleep, a discrete smile lingered on her beautiful lips, long eyelashes dark in contrast with her smooth creamy skin, and I smiled myself, all the answers laid there, in that little body breathing rhythmically; and I continued to glide, on four wheels spinning not gliding, through mystical patches of milky fog, and yellow eyed creatures remained in the darkness on both sides of the road.

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