its smooth and flawless, how life can be entertained by its own stupidity, if not to encode this as narcissism.
weekend is the time of year when you suposed to gather all of your life's bestsellers into couple of hours and retale them in a more intensive and creative ways.
But my temporary memory loss is a bum.
"The Direct Hit To The Heart Technique".
it's my recent invention for last year, sounds too scientific to be a bestseller, works like a dictionary, no fans, no authographs, some guts no glory.
The sweetest thing, i like it, no one else does, but i do, its hits the self as it hits the other, but since i heal on the own, no records exist.
And it makes me feel aroused, like a date, i keep on changing, in sircles till it hits the spot, but it never does.
Oded finaly arrived, after 3 weeks of not meeting.
he was pleased with the thought that i finally have ppl to hang with, and that for a change they arent retards.
and i, well i didnt wanted to mention that my habbit of destroying my own human relations with out an IQ difference consideration.
but i do belive that this time its gonna be cool.
.
I was suposed to go pool with david cj and boria.
Boria got another seizure the night before, hit the Nardau pavement, woke up with his face in a puddle of blood.
CJ had a "party" to attend to, yet he managed to jump and to deliver me some super tasty chicken that his mom made.
David was at his family reunion in TA.
I was hewm, sleepy like shit and makin this:
So me and Oded powered up for some drinks at the BHive, i filled him in the recent shizzle advantures, around 3am as im drunk tired and pissed off (i swear i will kill all the non smokers anyway).
he ped me home.
i was about to air the new episode of southpark and fade to bed as David came back from the reunion.
he came over, we stood the whisky and vodka on the carpet....
the psychologist session begun, we drank for parents, moving in, money, the buddies that died in nam and amazon women.
at around 6-7 am he started the "i want to be a magician" shit, and i, apparently, lectured him about life, and the paths you choose and the natural selection of things to be.
now i remember waving my hand with a cigarette, and tryin no to loose the last point i was about to make, but i have no fucking idea WTF was it all about.....
but apparently it hellped.
And i just say :"thank god i wasn't tryin convince him to commit a suicide like i did two weeks ago to some minor emo kid, instead of just beating him up"
we stopped drinkin around 9am coz the volmit sensation started to develop.
david decided to stand his ground and sleep on the carped he cleaned with his bare own russianJew hands.
and me.
i landed on the bed like a little rodent entering his mole, my suslik nature, cuddelin with my limbs under the blanket, i felt like im sleeping on a fluffy cloud, the angels were singing and miniature unicorns with wings were flying around and spreadin yelow roses on my fur.
i woke up around 1pm, closed the door after david that zombiefied and left for brains of his "roomates" unknown number of hours earlier.
i watched the first episode of the 12th season..........was gay, but not as gay as family guy.
i fall asleep again, this time fighting my own skin to fin comfort for my zombiefied mental state.
woke up @ 8pm.
out of fags.
out of liquid.
dressed as a fluffy babyblue bear with an eye for a kill went to but fags and some Bubbled-low-carbonated-water.....
on my way back, wishing to crush like titanic and never rise again i hear :"help me"
-crap i hate when this shit pops up
there was a man, 45-40 yrs old with an ugly Pekingese dog by his side, layin on the pay walk.
i wanted to continue my way but the sight of him layin there wounded....
it brought up vietnam again, and jonny, i remember him crawlin with his left leg missing in parts, bleeding all over and screaming for help.
we had strict orders; shoot the wounded and move to the new gathereing point.
we left him there to die.
i left him there, instead of shooting him i gave him 3 granades.
he cried.....
i called the 101, and decided to stay with him till the ambulance arrives.
i tried to take out a number to call his wife, but apparently he does not recalls it.
instead he made a big drama about what happen.
:"i was a sniper in the russian army, blah blah, and here, i step on stone and break my leg, blah blah blah, life is hell, blah blah..."
having a dead face lookin at you when u cry probably striked hard, but i dont like to lie, i give no shit and dont care, especially for this kind of cheap drama.
i god tired from his whining and as i was about to shut him up he went like :"....whining, whining, whining, you (looking at the dog) you are the only one i have, u lived with me for 12 years (suddenly he took the dog close and shoved his thongue into the dogs mouth), please take the dog home, save the dog, take care of him, his the only thing i have (shoving his thongue into the ugly things mouth)...."
i took the pice of fur to the adress he gave me, brought him to the man's wife and son....
that as phatetic as seinfeld.....
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but as seinfeld, life also has its ignorent fans
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