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ZZZZZZZ!!! I can’t get started on anything!!! I’m gonna die a brute! I’m afraid to want and think of anythin cuz it immediately triggers sleepiness. poooooof! Can I ask for a refund?

an Egg on the edge, it jumps, do u throw Urself as well?

 fact zero: stormed out the door, in a hue and cry, had to hurry. fought with parents grossly. went to church with other people. all was v wrong. went to a different church, sat on the pasture amongst many other souls, in a remarkable silencio. I whispered about noticing the Big Dipper, had a strange attraction to the church tower, most prolly cuz I kept seeing shadows and unwillingly remembered the Hunchback. Looked round, looked upwards, downwards, frontal and felt a bit of torment.

The priest, determined figure, delivered a starch speech first, then the most awaited Light hovered over all of us in pursuing waves, from one believer to another. from the staggering obscurity and uncertain masques, there emerged all kinds of faces all of a sudden. we are not to be praised, merely hanged around enough to sing the ritual, embrace the church in our detour, watching out for possible ankle damaging bumps. merely got inside to have a look-see. that’s where my hair caught fire.

just a bit, a few strands, tips actually but the thing was kinda funny cuz I just felt a lil slap from behind and the guy shouted indignantly “exceptional!”. sheesh! hmm…and I’ve been making this joke, bout my hair catching fire for so many years now. I actually secretly craved this event so that it might become pretty damaged and I’d have to cut it. seriously, this year I had quite relinquished this fantasy. u know…law of my life, contradictions.

and that was bout it. no visiting the departed, for there is no one in this town, which I quite dig. couldn’t stand the temptation and I threw myself on the fridge, boeuf salad, krantz and sponge cake, but…I was very amazed with myself, small quantities and even stopped before finishing the sweets. to what end, alas! ps: was good with the hair cuz I merily and easily resumed amicable terms with folks. and candle-less

tHe rEclusivE lens

just a mildly-sprinkly episode. took the train today, as I oft’ do, the people’s train this time. Reconnaisance effects: lil blonde, blue-eyed, long-lashed kid with family: cute, tickelish, sleepy, restless and so on. then this older gentleman, with admirable endurance, didn’t see him turn sleepy at all (while my upper lashes were screaming for reunion with their lower soulmates). This man had that fragile looking position in a male, where they cross their legs, but one of them is slightly higher and bounces subtly, of course, in this case one must top it all with the half of his calf sticking out, with a dandy sock rolled around the ankle. and ultimately one can garnish the sight with a blueish, satine tie across a chessboarded shirt. the other memorable figure was an elderly woman, quite a brittle creature herself, a “citadine” soul as she called herself and not shy from engaging into conversation. I suppose it so happened that she bought an electric car for her granson, oh the joy for that lil miraculous bundle but some criminals!! and I mean (she means) the very lowest possible stole the remote to the thing, while it lay in the yard or smth…hm…fuzzy details here, all in all, she couldn’t stop herself from exclaiming how utterlly flabbergasted she was and how measly those thieves must have been, incredible! impossible! unbelievable! I guess the poor woman was kinda right. at one point I stooped to check out what she was reading, while her head was swinging lower and lower, entangled in the uncomfortable nap. oh and yeah, she was reading something in English, at which point I decided that in my story she’s a retired English teacher. her sacadated and demured speech quite betrayed that, but naturally, I could be wrong. I didn’t actually fancy her too much, becuz of this self-aware, a bit strange outspoken this and that’s-somehow this generally puts me on my guard about people. I feel pretty guilty about that becuz they got that right and plus, who knows what their story is and what they might be trying to bring out. she kinda made a remark at the child about a polite thing to do…my nose went up at this one. eh…all was fine. 5 minutes to my destination, she asked what I was reading. I told her, twice of course, cuz my words are as usual, unintelligible. then we had a slight comment and then she engaged in a subdued contradiction with the other gentleman, about the yellow flowers on the field. he first professed himself as an admirer of nature and thus on train rides he relishes looking out the window and meditating. as far as their hassle was concerned, he declared her un-romanian and so very bizzare not to know the crops while she haughtily braced herself as a delicate creature with reasonable knowledge but a bit confused at the moment…eh…nevermind this. she gave me her book. I tried to decline 2 times but I guess these retired teachers, if my guess was correct, have that certain pleasure of dispersing knowledge amongst the younger lil buggers, hungry for education. so, I got her book, thanked a lot, wished them both Happy Easter and away I went. oh, the book is: “Mrs de Winter-The Sequel to Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca” by Susan Hill. Now, I just keep wonderin whether I read Rebecca. I think I did…about a woman, weird one, right? loner, a lil mystery there. don’t remember to have liked it cuz I was too lil to like that sort of thing. oh well, that’s that.