Wednesday, October 26, 2011


It is hard to open a coconut. A coconut is an impenetrable fortress. When the big one hits the safest place to be is in a coconut.

The hair on a coconut’s shell are but vestiges of thousands of interwoven strands that form a protective husk around it. My arms strain as I hack and tug at the thing, fraying away at this impossibly thick rope. Opening a coconut is is a contest of fibers, the threadwork of my muscles against the coconut’s. I am ripping the Guyver unit from its biobooster armor, I am tearing an eye from its socket. A cracked coconut is a battle won; to drink from its broken Pannikell is to drink the blood of your fallen enemy and absorb the strength of his soul. Flawless victory.