Judy was a punk. She wore red hair flowing over her face, shirts, trousers and black boots. In the neck, had a rifle bullet tattooed.
She walked trhough the streets and watched the chaos, cars, buses, people hurried to work. She looked around the infinity of concrete thinking to herself that all these people thought that to the world works, everything had to be that way, the poor, by their situation, doing work that nobody else wanted, while their bosses enjoying their pools from their mansions releasing orders from its phones. She also thought people in these intermediate situations that spent most of the time rushed and anxious to work with no spare time to their families, their children. She thought those who worked little and as a matter of social position earning easy money to buy frivolous things that they really did not need. And she also thought about the poor teenagers who spent a half of their lives studying nifty stuff for that one day could also be inserted also in the chaos.
As she walked the streets clutched of vodka, she listened crushers and could smell smoke. She watches the cars zuning and reflections of connected televisions out the window of the apartments. And with that, she imagined people kneeling in front of the screens in worship to alienating information of the media. She heard a woman begging and watched as a helicopter hovered in the sky, between the skyscrapers. And she felt sorry for people who lived their life for so clutch of chaos but stunned with "normality."
And aware of this, Judy began to think of the astral paradise promised by God, or the Christian religions, whatever, and asked herself: "Why not make the earth a paradise? Why must we live in chaos? We have everything at our disposal for living in paradise? "
And Judy was curious how it should be paradise. So Judy took a bus and ended up in the bush. And when she got there, Judy made a loop with the laces of her boots, hung on a branch, put the rope around her neck and jumped up there ...
Judy choked and choked to death. Her face turned red and her eyes nearly jumped out, but the chaos did not feel a lack of Judy. Althought, Judy did not missed the chaos either.
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