Rubber Duck (Soul) Theory
It started with a pan searing and soaring, and even in times of an upward trajectory – the ducks stood firm. As these ducks had feathers dipped in Phosphorus with Allotropes and an allocation, and as a result, these ducks would slowly turn rubber over time. Nevertheless, the descendants of Daffy had a story to tell. A duck tale of unity and defiance that would seek to dispose of the dilapidated who left the waterfowl. We are those domestic ducks. No feathers, no feet, just a squeak and a rubber bill. Carefully crossing the road with our families behind us. The ugly duckling stopped to pose with a duck pout posted to your most convenient social media platform. Plucky duck was almost hit by a bus whilst reading a bus timetable app. One duck fell from the sky covered in Sut, only to wake up in a cave in the Sahara Desert. Inadvertently creating a dynasty that would endure for a Millennia. We are those that followed behind, dubbed a ‘quacktastic task force for good’. Long live the rubber ducks and all those they oppose. Lennon and McCartney once admitted that one of these ducks had been the inspiration behind Rubber Soul. That same soul that inspired a cultural revolution in China. The same soul that went on a salt march towards Gujarat. One duck lost his way and sat on James Dean’s accelerator, weighing it down before escaping the scene. A conflict between those demons and these ducks later tattooed on pig skin and a farmer’s daughter’s arm. One duck indulged on spring onions before forgetting to submit a tax return. Another duck clogged his arteries. One duck, duck strut, and was almost left behind as only if he wasn’t but, for an inclining. A duck caught out by a vulture, a vulture swirling since the beginning of our times. Left the nest in search for pancakes. These ducks combatted the bat, swirling soup in pyjama pants with nothing but a quill, they kept drawing and painting, looking out from their windowsills.
MoMo The Duck
“And I’m no different, I live in conflict and contradiction
But it can be so beautiful when I don’t reject what lies within
It’s beautiful the way agony connects us to the living
I think of the world when I hurt and keep on existing in the…”
18.27 