EveryBody hurts

In every sphere(and cube) of my life (my life is strictly symmetrical), I have met people and have befriended many and that is how they reside on my yahoo list - according to their origin with respect to me (wow so much respect). Unfortunately, there is one whom my list is bereft of, The Yapolko. (Yes, that's the name)

The Yapolko is incorporeal, in simpler words, a ghost, a spirit or an aatmaa if prefer the oriental terms. I first met him when I stepped into the world of voodoo, necromancy and clairvoyance. A wicked and stubborn soul, we made friends before the blink of an eye (not his eye, he has none). So we were friends before we knew it. Opposites attract, you see.

The other day the poor The Yapolko gave me his a chance to relish his exalted company after eons, we could say. And accompanying him was a jeremiad about the humankind (or not so kind) in general. Let us spare a minute or two point five to listen to the poor man's err I mean soul's pathological grief.

Every Body hurts. Trust me, I'm not lying. They hurt at the feet, in the skull, in the arms, the legs, the pancreas, the heart, the lungs, the kidneys and even at point unmentionable. They hurt at every anatomical location I could have ever studied. It was only day-before that I possessed a sultry damsel I saw wandering about a mall (owing to you know what). But she seemed to be the daughter of a pauper owing to the kind of clothes she wore at sub-zero temperatures. She caught a cold and lots of fevers, which enfeebled me enough to be trapped in her body until she was all well. Every part of her (me) hurt, cause you know, when one possesses a body, you posses their pains and comforts too. I escaped the durance like thunder and I reached a gymnasium where I thought I'd hang around inside some sinewy fellow for a while. I spotted my quarry and made my way according to the plan, only to realize that all that exercise and hormones have endowed him with severe spasmodic pains round the clock and history repeated itself. I gloated at being an evil spirit but now! Now all that is left of me is a pain swallower! What! What! What can I do! When every body hurts ?

My earnest condolences with you my friend The Yapolko, but what cannot be cured, must be endured. On this bleak note, I end this lamenting, plaintive post and can only hope that some fit personality without any pains can come forward to help the destitute soul.