August 4, 2013 at 7:18pm
Yeah! And then one has a top insomnia until 10 am staying awake thinking and writing and thinking and writing… Finally falls asleep with a big difficulty. Wakes up after 2,5 hours from a phone call from somebody who really loves him and cares for him. He feels already a slight change in the mood after so many months. He feels like to have a short chat with a neighbor who is kind to him. Then he gets stuck for a while on the internet.
And here it comes. The summer BLACK OUT and it changes everything. No electricity is good sometimes. Suddenly one comes to a realization that actually the qualities that he had had, did not disappear. They are still there. And everything is possible! Alright he admits, – it was an unbelievable torture. Though he considers it was needed for him, it was his catharsis and now his soul is crystal clean until the next catharsis. Still until next one he has plenty of time to do plenty of wonderful things. Life is out there go and get it! How one knows the value of the day if he would not experience the night?
Still the black clothes are going to stay in the wardrobe as a reminder. Spirits up! Amen.
Сегодня пришли два мясника в магазин, принесли античные картины на продажу. Всё как положенно,- кепка, усы, у одного голос постаревшего виннипуха. Балкан – экспресс. Непонятно было кого или чего они ждут. Около двух мясники начали по-медвежьи невнятно ворчать, чем-то недовольные. Ещё через час, кто-то додумался спросить чего они ждут. Оказалось бедалаги с 11.30 уже 4 часа дожидаются, что бы кто-нибудь отобрал картины. Всё было уже давно готово при помощи каталога.
Далее всё происходило в греческом стиле, восточный базар.
– Ну, что вы господа пачему берёте только 15 кг,- берите 25 кг картин!
– Да что вы, дарагой мой гаспадин! что мы будем с 25 кг искусства делать? причём вот ети 10 кг – подделка!
Таких терпеливо нетерпеливых мясников с уклоном на культуру я ещё не встречала и довольно-таки информированных в сфере искусства.
It is better to be a prostitute on the corner of Solonos and Mavromichali than me at this moment. Such a indefinable material my brain had become that I think I need a lobotomy. To be in Athens does not help to redefine myself at all. After wonderful vacations, – with a strained knee almost a stroke (was it a stroke?) and a virus, – I should not drink water from a well they say. With a lot of tension and crazy stories, – still that were my best vacations ever. Something’s got crystallized, – MY LIFE IS IN RUINS. Furthermore – to live in a very closed society that of an island is really unbearable. One has no time to pick up the phone and tell the news in person, – the news already reached the person who would be most interested in these news.
Everything breaks my nerves on a Greek island. As well the so-called Health Center has almost nothing for a rather big island of Kea. The nurse was scolding me for waking up her early. She repeatedly told me, – CENTER IS OPEN FROM 9.00 a.m. to 14.00 p.m., with virgin-forever voice like a screechy chain-saw. I had fever, I felt ill from 5.00 a.m. I had waited untill 7.00 that was a torture for me. And what do I get? Some morals from a woman that is got stuck on her way to puberty. She really overdid with how many times she told me the opening hours. My disease was not at all in her focus. Then she gave me nothing for poisoned organism. And that was it. Just wondering, – everything in Kea looks rather wealthy and cash and they can not afford a proper health center. On way or the other, – my poor body that serves me so well it is IN RUINS too. Certainly it is better to be a prostitute on a corner than me for the moment, – at least she knows what is her playground. I do not know where mine is. All my dreams are wasted or hopefully being recycled.
DICK AND PUSSY Forever. World turns around dick and the pussy. Just lately it has no meaning anymore. The matter how deep throat do you have or how are you good at licking. Or both. What goes around comes around.
Please. I really need it want it for the comp. After an insult and a broken leg and a virus ’cause I drunk some water from a well. I need a virus to send IT to the whole system to Haidas. Any suggestions?
Look ar0ound you if you notice smtng beautiful then you are a champion.
When you are like me with a stroke and a broken knee feel like a quarter man. And wish to yourself shalom blet.
Since people are so loveable and you do not get misanthropy the only thing you have on your mind is KILL KILL KILL you bitches. O f a waste. Hypocrites and bitches and waste and your VERY precious time you waste right now. Get your tits out.
Not fucking Toxi
According to Plato Symposium human were 4 legs and 4 arms and 2 heads etc. Protozoan was a split. I am just a quarter of a it. Cause a whole broken right side. And a stroke. In any case I love Aaron with his huge belly and his huge hands. Especially I am a quarter.