TheBlazz

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My first day as a columnist

The night fell like a feather on a cushion, softly and sweet, the fog already settled on the long grass fields and a light breeze stroke the twigs on the big oak tree in the middle of the grasslands. The perfect ambiance and décor for a silent murderer, who does not like the vulgarity of his colleagues. The slashing and dashing into and upon body parts, which leaves no more than a pit full of blood and guts, such an awful smell and sight.

No.

This murderer was different. The murders he committed were stylish, chic and well considered. Some would even say his murders had a charming affect upon the ones who ate the murdered. And that’s possibly the reason why he was so well respected among his social environment.

Now, there could be one or more thoughts caught up between your ears, but don’t hesitate too much before starting to conclude anything. We’re not dealing with a complete schizophrenic psycho who likes to seduce his victims and thereafter kill them gently and serve them to another psycho to eat the mush. Try thinking bright. What man on this earth would kill a dozen of lives in a kind way and serve them?

Exactly,

A cook.

But then again. Why does a human being want to be a cook? Is it really because he likes to serve customers and be prepared to give everything out of his soul into a well cooked meal? Is it really because when he was a child he saw he his mother cooking a fine meal for the family and got charmed by this view? Or is it just a hideout, for cold blooded murderers who love to see dead meat boiling around a tub full of hot water, while a great smile on their faces makes it hard to think they’ve got a murderers heart.

I’d stick to that last conclusion. Simply because of the fact, that all animals are one. So if one kills another, he kills his equal. We we’re all apes, weren’t we? Weren’t we? If we’d follow God’s books we’d all come to the answer that we weren’t. We were humans, and humans were given the strength and the power of making choices. And the rest of God’s creation was meant to be killed and served on a nice plate with hot potatoes and over drenched with all kinds of sauces, that make-up would reduce the feeling of having murdered God’s creation. Or maybe God himself was a cook and he just wrote down what he felt and gave us his cookbooks, with such a powerful copyright on it no one would ever dare to reproduce it.

Anyway, whatever the answer might be to a cook’s feelings, let’s just hope he feels them, or else we would all have thought life sucked big time. Because food is the only thing we live for and because of it we are living for it. And to be honest, I couldn’t eat a meal without a well cooked or grilled slice of meat.

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The Blazz

Door M4L

My first day as a columnist