The Sweet Surrender...!!!

Well this is not exactly what I thot of postn...coz it was rather a reply to one of my friends...but the way it turned out I thot...better paste it here too...for jus beating the ol' habit of writing!!

So here I Go..Yet Again!

The sole of wit…

Prologue:

Once upon a time - when the sun was jus setting in the west, the evening was late, and, as usual, everyone was quite fine and complex - something was unusual about it: someone was SWEET (whatever that means!). ME! 'Jusht imayjin'… I'm sweet, eh! Yeah, the repeated compliment of the kind, you see. Sweet me, I was flattered, as always. Yeah, ecstasy floated in the air, this heart was jumping around, and these fingers – well, they were relentlessly tapping on the keyboard…

Monologue:

Action (3 words) -> "You are sweet," the person said.
Contemplation (145 words) ->

OK, OK, I know that I don't know what that means but I do know that it means something good, something positive, and it's a compliment, eh!

Heard of Newton's third law? It's commonly quoted as "To every action there's an equal and opposite reaction".
This blogger is postulating another law that applies to human affairs: to every action the reaction is in direct proportion to the eccentricity of the object of action.
We are all eccentric, to different degrees though. That's why you find different people reacting differently to the same action. So, considering the eccentricity of this blogger, you might well forget about guessing the reaction.

Brevity is the soul of wit (and that's the tragedy of it…), they say. Verbosity then is the sole of wit, I guess. But you got the soul (or sole?) of it. Didn't you? (You better do!)

Here goes the reaction...My reaction (And I had exactly Two mins)

Reaction---(115 words)-->

I am a sweet fellow, I am. Of comedy or tragedy, I cannot say, come which may for I am HAPPY, that is, in either case – comedy or tragedy. Don't misconstrue me dear caller, misconstrue me not, for I am but a straightforward being and "straight" enough I am.

All the world's a beehive and I am the honey...though sometimes I am described as a Bee..which is altogether a different matter out of scope of this particular blog. (courtesy, I am Fakespeare – the Bard A1).
Hey caller, be not bugged by me for the idiotic "sweetness bug" has bit me (Spiderman 3 -> Sweetman 1, ehh?) and its bite is… well, sweet. I don't want any antivirus softwares for this VIRUS for my Vital Idiotic Resources are Under my Siege, perfectly( this acronym I chanced upon somewhere)

Epilogue:

Yeah caller, listen to the sound of 'shweetness':
Not often do we meet (people who are sweet…)/ People that we do meet
Not often do we hear / Good words…/ Good words about us/ Words that lighten the heart (so much so that it jumps around)/ That nourish the soul (so that it isn't one that terrorizes you in horror movies)/ That activate the dead (Dracula…hmm…?)/ Infuse life into them/ And get them out of their complacent bed/

What we do hear/ Are things that burden the heart/ That impoverish the soul/ That deactivate the live/ Diffuse life out of them/ And get them into their complacent bed/

Out of that bed I am/ Out of complacency I am/

And I know you'd know/ SWEET, I am. :)

To Quote someone: "What's wrong with sweetness and light? It's been around quite a while.”

-Vik$