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Tuesday, December 09, 2008
romanta din creion si radiera (pencil and erasor romance)
i raised up from the armchair, but was to lazy so i crashed back in...it smelled like coffee cookies, and i was getting drunk in the arrrroma. mmmmm. dad smells bits like this in the morning, and bits like tobacco in the evening. in the afternoons he smells like stake and happiness. and wine sometimes. and mum sometimes. dad is pig-cruel amazing - he is making me lady-bug-dizzy through my nostrils, and it`s all cancer free. i opened my eyes and looked through the window. it was one of those afternoons that looked like a morning that looks like an afternoon. i couldn`t remember when it was the last time i saw a gorilla cloud, so i started looking for one. but no gorillas in the sky today, mum. just laser sun shooting at a musculous enemy cloud. shoo, shoo, and a bottle of rum..take that, cloudy! nieau! nieau!..but waait a minute - and i waited a minute - the picture looked JUST like a bar code. i then realized what it was that i was trying to remember the whole morning- there`s still moreicecreaminthefridge.
i released my left finger from its previous occupation, put my glasses on, but before i could get used to the feeling that my nose was empty and still itchiy, i saw her - a bubblegum bubble, a round rocky nose, a pair of red glasses, a chin daringly draped with green starts, a sharp black straight hair and an orange sweater. soon i was to understand they all came with a terrible education. my breath accelerated and i almost heard edith singing about lavi and rose.
and that was the beginning of the most serious romance i had in my history of 6. years, that is.
glasses starring at glasses. left finger trembling in the air without purpose. but just for a moment.
my eyes closed, my left finger pointed at her and my tongue went out, in a desperate act to protect my manly territory. when i opened them, i saw her raising an eyebrow, and licking her fingers of the rest of the ice-cream we had in the fridge.
oh. oooh, you are amazing, queen of the damned, dee dee of my mandark passions. but you must not take from the caesar what belongs to the caesar. i had no idea who this wonderful misterious presence was, but she had to disappear. i took my magical wand, and i said the malafameciu incantation. and just like always, it worked. she disappeared.
honestly mum, it wasn`t me eating the ice-cream.
signed, Rob
i released my left finger from its previous occupation, put my glasses on, but before i could get used to the feeling that my nose was empty and still itchiy, i saw her - a bubblegum bubble, a round rocky nose, a pair of red glasses, a chin daringly draped with green starts, a sharp black straight hair and an orange sweater. soon i was to understand they all came with a terrible education. my breath accelerated and i almost heard edith singing about lavi and rose.
and that was the beginning of the most serious romance i had in my history of 6. years, that is.
glasses starring at glasses. left finger trembling in the air without purpose. but just for a moment.
my eyes closed, my left finger pointed at her and my tongue went out, in a desperate act to protect my manly territory. when i opened them, i saw her raising an eyebrow, and licking her fingers of the rest of the ice-cream we had in the fridge.
oh. oooh, you are amazing, queen of the damned, dee dee of my mandark passions. but you must not take from the caesar what belongs to the caesar. i had no idea who this wonderful misterious presence was, but she had to disappear. i took my magical wand, and i said the malafameciu incantation. and just like always, it worked. she disappeared.
honestly mum, it wasn`t me eating the ice-cream.
signed, Rob
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