Monday, November 23, 2015

macalefu | muriel

The neighbour's unexpected braaivleis right up against our boundary wall smells divine. The mouthwatering aroma provocatively permeates every open space within a square mile. It causes sadistic olfactory neurons in my brain to fire unwanted impulses right through forty year old memories, making it feel just like a balmy Saturday evening... not a dark Monday night before what could well prove to be the last day of my malformed little life.

Very well. I know a single cure for this vicious macalefu - a solitary movie night with Muriel's Wedding. Hopefully that will bring me back to my senses.


At this very moment, I am Muriel before she became Mariel.

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