The Resurrection of DV

"The
original sin is to
limit the DV.
Don't" -- Based on Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach.

I'm so tempted to start this post with a cliche. But no I shall write as sharp as a real devil finch. In fact, I should write as red as the Devil Finch- Cut Throught. And when the DV writes, you better wear a Ga7fiya, get your Misba7 ready, play an indian lute and rap it out like a fuckin broklyn crack head while you sip on the finest french chateau and dance Salsa.



On Magritte

He puts that fuckin apple on the DV's Face and the DV picks through it. He stuffs the sky inside the DV's eye and the DV flys through it. He bleeds the DV as a drop of rain on sad Brussels and the DV grows as wild as Oregon's wilderness.



He keeps constructing and the DV insists to destruct -- or is it the opposite? Fuck, the DV loves playin with the dead mother fucker. Or is it the other way around???



On Fai7a

"The thin-blurry-fine-bold line between a frozen hell and a burning heaven," the DV would say if you ask him to describe Al-Fai7a. You'd think he's - as usual- despairatly trying to push the limit to the cliff. But trust him because that's where he mingled with the brain-washed Ekhwanchy, the Petix sniffer, the fanatic Salafy and the millionair mama's boy. That's where he touched her hair for the first time. That's where he was made.

If you insist to doubt it, refer for confirmation to the only witness who ironed the hell out of Fai7awi's white masks for 20 years without burning a single Ghitra or Dishdada. Feel free to dig Jigannat outta his Karla grave, on which the tomb stone reads: I shoulda been burried in Faihaa.



On Mi Casa

How did the DV develop an addiction to airports, hallucinating siastas at Eco chairs abored airplanes, honest chats with strangers and the random books he picks 10 minutes before his flights??

Mi Casa, As much as the DV hated national categorization, as violent as his revolte against the myth of nationalism, as strong as his urge to burn a flag on a national day, he loves settling at your eyes.



"Why do you leave," Mi Casa asks the DV a strickingly simple question and he can see the lust for a complex answer in her eyes.



"Mi Casa, I do because you're a home without a boundry. Because you build a cage for a Devil Finch and leave the door open. Beacause you set a trap and intentionally forget to place the bait. Because you have that smile of those who know better," he answers with a husky voice as he plays Nancy Sinatra's "Bang Bang" in his Oud. She takes that as an answer, lets it simmer over her heart and appreciates it as much as she appreciates the DV's freedom. She promises him to always be there and the DV promises to always lust back.



The DV is her kite and she never lets that thread go. She's the DV's Mi Casa and he is a wicked Devil Finch. When he arrives from a wicked adventure, she Sings with him and makes him a coosy place at her bed.



"Argue
for your limitations
and sure enough,
they're
yours." -- Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach.



Fuck you. I'll cut my wings if you catch me.
Thank you. I'll sing with you as you fly with me.