The last storm subsided.then like a deja vu it came back again.That was it!The comeback!I awaited for this storm to return ever since i had to make my story less predictable and more special!The raindrops danced again bla bla, neighbor got out again bla bla, i felt like a singer from a boys band walking with my shirt open towards the storm.The rain felt heavily on my body.my shirt got soaking wet but all it got was darker allowing the stupefied by passers a clear view of my wonderful yet hairy chest.[Note to self: next time shave.I know a good girl who charges by the square meter.Will pay her in tickets.After all i am ready and i deserve better].I felt like an explorer, treading on new grounds.Exploring a new territory through lonely book guides. Only i was the narrator...I felt the rain dripping all the way in my underwear till i could feel wet all over.I stood there telling my self that this story is not yet special.I had to think harder...
Suddenly i could feel it.It came to me like an epiphany!First the one side then the other.The colossal truck that splashed in the mud puddle thus enhancing my left profile with that added extra mud water that was lacking should i desired to do peeling.Then it circularly moved to my right and splashed my right profile thus completing my mud cast.I left so quickly that the mud statue remained.It was a tribute to mud.I did not get mad though.I continued onwards to the creation of this terrific story in the raging storm.The storm ended several times and i had to restart it all over.It is easy Ctrl+Alt+Del and restart.You get wet all over again bla bla.SO i continued in the looping storm.The raindrops fell continuously on the pavements and streets and pavillions and shops and balconies and dogs peeing and if i dont say something inspired i will have to wait till the storm restarts.
The storm was raging as always and i could see no help coming to shelter me from all the rain.But that was ok cause i like to get wet in the rain.Suddenly i remembered that the best recipe for a good story is romance, adventure and the sense of unexpected.Restart
The storm was persevering.[What a stupid word!]
The storm was insatiable.[yes and then Kim Basinger did a strip tease with fruits...stupid]
The storm was furious.[somebody ate my porridge...stupid]
The storm was biblical.[then Moses split the mud paddles in two just for fun...stupid]
The storm was holding
The storm was falling
The storm was restarting
The storm kept the unchanging tempo of the concert performed by the raindrops on the street.Alone i wondered the city streets where people used to walk, now hidden behind windows in the dry security of their adobes. I felt compelled to splash in the first puddle of rain in front of me.The water came splashing up practically frozen in a slow motion movement.The first move was on me.the second one was his.We looked each other in the eyes.It was a question of who would make that third move.Time felt like dust pilling on us with every second ticking like an earthquake on the clock.Tick.Eyes.Tick.Bodies still in time.Tick.Eyes.That ticking didnt stop.Soon he had to visit a doctor.Had to see why he had that incessant ticking.Tradition says that you are going to see someone but never did tradition define the boundaries between the actuality of seeing and the realistic view of neurological deficiencies.He did see a doctor.Also a law student, then a secretary, a graphic arts designer, an architect, a dancer and several others.But she was the one...It was the way she ignored him that made him become so persistent.Close to her he discovered the true meaning of isolation.Close to her he was motivated.Close to her he felt he was in love.She made him pump up with love and despair; he blew her up with a needle right on the foot.Then the torso.The final karate kick came right in the solar nexus!Kaaiiiiii Ya!She shouted!You despicable turd of Yak,I will have you for breakfast.Breakfast was pancakes with syrup, omelet, boiled eggs, medium boiled eggs and hard boiled eggs.Many questioned this diet, but it was certain that it gave you the proteins needed to get through a hard day with a hard shell!The secret was the old recipe that he stole from his grandmother while she was asleep.She kept it in her boxer shorts that her late husband left her as a token of his undying love for her.His love endured.He didn't.The secret was well hidden in one of the folds of the boxer, that hid beneath the fold of 100 years of skin.Somewhere between the tissue and the skin and the obvious disgust in his face, he found it!Eureka!The hidden land of the unexplored territories laid there before him...He looked into the unknown and uncharted land ahead, checked his lonely planet guide on where were the best places to eat and headed for that direction.Romance, adventure and the unexpected waited for him.Beckoned as the last can of corn opened.Vegetables were over.The fruit were finished and the remains of the last lunch were but a fleeing memory.The need for a resupply of half a lunch without salad and vegetables fruits and pitas was required.But who would go out and get them...Who would slay the dragon?Who could finish his work on time?The only thing certain was the rain falling hard like the seconds on the clock...
The storm was raging
The storm was restarting
The storm was echoing
The storm was boring
The storm was not anymore
a storm awakening
Catching the raindrops out of my window.Light plays hide and seek between the clouds flashing in between occasional rainbows in the sky.A storm awakens after its deep slumber and powerfully sweeps the streets.The clouds inflate in the sky like a wonderful gray balloon, hovering over the city.The raindrops dance on the rooftops, on the pavements, in the puddles in the streets, all over the wet landscape. Meteorologists carefully examined the phenomenon and posed their realistic thoughts talking about the relevant humidity, the barometric low and the atmospheric pressure that will subsequently keep people at home for the rest of the day. "Storms will be nasty they say", I hear from the neighbor that steps out to the balcony to quickly gather the clothes that are already soaked from all the raindrops that placed their humid bodies on them."Who would want to be out on a day like this?"The Meteorologists give their scientific realism on it.My neighbor sees a wild phenomenon and avoids confrontation. I only see the raindrops dancing all over me. I can feel my body slowly lifting till i am one of these raindrops.Who would want to go out on a day like this...
i leave my protection behind and go out the door,onwards in the raging storm.
i leave my protection behind and go out the door,onwards in the raging storm.
to Mr Dr Feelgood p.h.d.
LETTER 1
dear Mr doctor Feelgood,
i feel bad this day.I feel the same.I feel down inside and hurt and miserable.I try to smile but to no avail.I think i don't feel anymore. I pinch myself to see if it is true but apart from the sensation of pinching i don't go deep into the root of the pain.I want to feel.It all begins with a big smile.I heard you specialize in smile implants and feeling lifts.I just do occasional dancing lifts so i can feel the burden of your work.I wont take much of your precious time so I will be quick.The world around me is alien doctor.I always managed to draw any body's attention on me.Now i feel i do not get all the attention I need.I need more people to confirm my existence!I need to have everyone looking at me!
LETTER 2
Dear mr Doctor Feelgood,
I decided I want big eyes that will stand out so anyone can get lost in them.I wanted my nose to be less apparent not necessarily changed though. And I want a smile to light up my hole face.Yes.I would love that.I want everyone to notice my smile anywhere, when i enter the room with teeth brighter than the whitest white!Although I am presenting myself as this deep person I am actually more than superficial.It is my image that I care about.I want to look good anytime.And happy no matter what!Be my Santa Mr Dr Feelgood...Give me the gift of appearance...
Thank you Mr Dr Feelgood!!!
dear Mr doctor Feelgood,
i feel bad this day.I feel the same.I feel down inside and hurt and miserable.I try to smile but to no avail.I think i don't feel anymore. I pinch myself to see if it is true but apart from the sensation of pinching i don't go deep into the root of the pain.I want to feel.It all begins with a big smile.I heard you specialize in smile implants and feeling lifts.I just do occasional dancing lifts so i can feel the burden of your work.I wont take much of your precious time so I will be quick.The world around me is alien doctor.I always managed to draw any body's attention on me.Now i feel i do not get all the attention I need.I need more people to confirm my existence!I need to have everyone looking at me!
LETTER 2
Dear mr Doctor Feelgood,
I decided I want big eyes that will stand out so anyone can get lost in them.I wanted my nose to be less apparent not necessarily changed though. And I want a smile to light up my hole face.Yes.I would love that.I want everyone to notice my smile anywhere, when i enter the room with teeth brighter than the whitest white!Although I am presenting myself as this deep person I am actually more than superficial.It is my image that I care about.I want to look good anytime.And happy no matter what!Be my Santa Mr Dr Feelgood...Give me the gift of appearance...
Thank you Mr Dr Feelgood!!!
petition no 28102007
petition no 28102007
To the department of Sanitation and Insanitation
Dear Mr/Mrs
I am addressing this letter to you in kind regards that this request would not get lost in your archives and you would personally look into the matter so that the health regulations are properly respected.
I have to report to you the mischievous behavior of my neighboring self who is in clear violation to any sanitation rule ever written. The hideous acts performed by him will be listed as follows.
On Sunday 28 of October, our Lord's year 2007, i discovered the burial grounds of 44 sand beetles. After intensive search i reached the training camp of beetles being subjected to cruel labor, gathering hair from the carpet in the room with the excruciatingly orange walls which was then stacked into a pile and treated to be used for vile purposes that overlap my sense of reason. There was no procedure i could notice that involved at least the use of a detergent to wash the "finds" the poor insects collected. An excuse was included that surpassed any audacity: the preservation of the original smell. Smell is one more thing that seems to be of fleeting importance here;it is everywhere!we are overcome by original smells!Everything touched and tainted by originality has to be left at that state!
Sheets are left on the bed for weeks"original smell",
underwear left unchanged"original smell",
showers not had"original smell"
At some point the original smell is being override by other familiar and unpleasant smells of originality!
I am truly a fan of preservation.preserving the wildlife,preserving the forest,preserving panda bears in bamboo salons, preserving marmalade,but not preserving t-shirts that preserve the reminder of sweating across different countries!I therefore call upon your authority in purging this facility from the taint of original smell.I am pressing charges on my neighboring self for staring at nothing for hours which of course prevent me from watching my favorite program on TV or do my work.I also have the suspicion that he is entering a state of multi-personality disorder.He thinks he is more than one person.
I believe you will also find it in article no 25/b-l.a that such a case is due to be subjected to immediate sanitation. I propose an immediate low level hard brain format with no back up.Well maybe just one.But you should hide it somewhere no one can find it easily.
I thank you for your patience and urge you to be quick in handling my case as a top emergency, lest it spreads into a reality than just a bad dream.I expect impatiently your response.
My sincere gratitude for an immediate response
the voice of reason
To the department of Sanitation and Insanitation
Dear Mr/Mrs
I am addressing this letter to you in kind regards that this request would not get lost in your archives and you would personally look into the matter so that the health regulations are properly respected.
I have to report to you the mischievous behavior of my neighboring self who is in clear violation to any sanitation rule ever written. The hideous acts performed by him will be listed as follows.
On Sunday 28 of October, our Lord's year 2007, i discovered the burial grounds of 44 sand beetles. After intensive search i reached the training camp of beetles being subjected to cruel labor, gathering hair from the carpet in the room with the excruciatingly orange walls which was then stacked into a pile and treated to be used for vile purposes that overlap my sense of reason. There was no procedure i could notice that involved at least the use of a detergent to wash the "finds" the poor insects collected. An excuse was included that surpassed any audacity: the preservation of the original smell. Smell is one more thing that seems to be of fleeting importance here;it is everywhere!we are overcome by original smells!Everything touched and tainted by originality has to be left at that state!
Sheets are left on the bed for weeks"original smell",
underwear left unchanged"original smell",
showers not had"original smell"
At some point the original smell is being override by other familiar and unpleasant smells of originality!
I am truly a fan of preservation.preserving the wildlife,preserving the forest,preserving panda bears in bamboo salons, preserving marmalade,but not preserving t-shirts that preserve the reminder of sweating across different countries!I therefore call upon your authority in purging this facility from the taint of original smell.I am pressing charges on my neighboring self for staring at nothing for hours which of course prevent me from watching my favorite program on TV or do my work.I also have the suspicion that he is entering a state of multi-personality disorder.He thinks he is more than one person.
I believe you will also find it in article no 25/b-l.a that such a case is due to be subjected to immediate sanitation. I propose an immediate low level hard brain format with no back up.Well maybe just one.But you should hide it somewhere no one can find it easily.
I thank you for your patience and urge you to be quick in handling my case as a top emergency, lest it spreads into a reality than just a bad dream.I expect impatiently your response.
My sincere gratitude for an immediate response
the voice of reason
stars in silence
past the mountain across from my window, far away in the horizon i can see the stars.The stars are suns so someone said.Like ours, maybe smaller or bigger. Suns that have planets revolving around them,probably life too.Who knows.Those silent stars that lay there with the silent existence of life.Just as they appear.;there just for a night without clouds or a bright moon, then silence again.I can feel that life beyond the silence even if though declaring it would have me portrayed as strange.Looking towards that point past the mountain I send a message.Probably lost in the silence.Like shooting at stars till you see one falling to make a wish.Just to break the silence for a while.Maybe hear a word+ know you are being heard.On that spot faraway in the horizon across my window...
the butterfly effect
i am waking up in the morning.
You beside me/you not there.
I make breakfast for two, even though I am alone in the house;
I take it as a sign of having you in my mind/ I throw it away.
A walk. Somewhere near/somewhere far.Places I would like to visit.
Places we can visit together/ places I can have a great time on my own.
Images stretch out in front of my eyes. But I am closed to them. Every image of your closeness streams out in real time and engulfs me.
I ignore it and look ahead/I let myself in the whirlpool of memories.
A memory so real reaches out to me. As I wake up startled+you are not there, but I can hear the bathroom door opening and wait to see you through the bedroom door. As In the kitchen making breakfast. As we are walking and you just went in a shop while i wait for you outside.
I feel you there all the time/I view myself as being in a premature state of Alzheimer.
I ride my bike. I get the sensation she feels light. I miss the proper balance that makes every turn and every kilometer under my feet seem like a new adventure.
I prepare a trip where we can be together as i long for your company and the trip stops to see you smile/I enjoy the immaturity of going solo as I stride among cars with the counter at 220 onwards to the big turn ahead.
I go out. Drink. Dance.Meet people. A strange woman whispers in my ear. I hear your voice. Her face is not yours. Her body does not resemble to your figure. She does not speak of what runs deep. She does not laugh with a shared, stupid joke. She wants her own.
I smile past her to you wherever you are/I make a joke we both laugh to.
As the night comes I feel the sensation we can be wherever we are into each other. That we can connect no matter where. And that makes any moment we spend physically together more vivid and more powerful than anything.
I feel your heartbeat+the heat of your body/I consider myself a realist and awake from a dream. Waking up or dreaming. Life is a series of decisions and options after all...
You beside me/you not there.
I make breakfast for two, even though I am alone in the house;
I take it as a sign of having you in my mind/ I throw it away.
A walk. Somewhere near/somewhere far.Places I would like to visit.
Places we can visit together/ places I can have a great time on my own.
Images stretch out in front of my eyes. But I am closed to them. Every image of your closeness streams out in real time and engulfs me.
I ignore it and look ahead/I let myself in the whirlpool of memories.
A memory so real reaches out to me. As I wake up startled+you are not there, but I can hear the bathroom door opening and wait to see you through the bedroom door. As In the kitchen making breakfast. As we are walking and you just went in a shop while i wait for you outside.
I feel you there all the time/I view myself as being in a premature state of Alzheimer.
I ride my bike. I get the sensation she feels light. I miss the proper balance that makes every turn and every kilometer under my feet seem like a new adventure.
I prepare a trip where we can be together as i long for your company and the trip stops to see you smile/I enjoy the immaturity of going solo as I stride among cars with the counter at 220 onwards to the big turn ahead.
I go out. Drink. Dance.Meet people. A strange woman whispers in my ear. I hear your voice. Her face is not yours. Her body does not resemble to your figure. She does not speak of what runs deep. She does not laugh with a shared, stupid joke. She wants her own.
I smile past her to you wherever you are/I make a joke we both laugh to.
As the night comes I feel the sensation we can be wherever we are into each other. That we can connect no matter where. And that makes any moment we spend physically together more vivid and more powerful than anything.
I feel your heartbeat+the heat of your body/I consider myself a realist and awake from a dream. Waking up or dreaming. Life is a series of decisions and options after all...
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