the feeling of the wind was solid, and thick. I rode for a while now, through different platforms and stairs on my little diversion through India. I was about to go home but saw thins girl on a scooter falling off. She was dressed in a dress. I had to stop, not because some true urge, but because I had a thought that it's something I'd be proud of myself later on, or maybe I didn't want the shit hunting me, yet another one. So I stopped, she was fine and there was already hundreds of mothefuckers wanting to help, because she was a girl, attractiveness on an acceptable level.
Then I don't know, we ended up on some ranch, in India. Some cars, kitchen, young hindu guys, probably a son of this old, bearded american. Fat, little bit fat he was, like Maradona. Don't know what happened with my bike, but I said I want to just get to the airport at some point, because I have a flight booked. He offered me his truck, I could take it. So I did, and then he's calling me mid-road, that he needs the truck back, and I should come back from my hour-long drive, and him or someone else will take me there, or we'll figure it out. I got back, we chilled for a moment, and then he's saying that a whole bunch of prada's been stolen from the trunk. Prada shoes, he bought like 30 pairs for his ex-wife. Now I'm responsible or guilty, offered him maybe 2 pairs, cause I can't afford more. He agreed or nodded I can't remember what it was supposed to mean.
Then he gave me a shirt, that was cool. I lost it, tried to hang it in the closed but I dropped behind the closed, and now it's all dusted up.
Half of the damn figers were missing. I started to search through broken memories on how I've lost them. I thought jiujutsu must've done it, but then how? It couldn't happen on the mat. I reckon they just woren out and fell off.
I started to accept
I was on the journey again, separated from my family. We got into different trains; mine was not bad at all. The sun made it a nice ride.
I got out, realising this must be a dream. I met him, Trump.
He was super nice, got me everything I wanted. We got stuck for some reason in a big house. Half of it looked like a supermarket.
I was sitting in a chair, looking at my hand when he came, holding a thin plastic bag. He handed it to me, saying I should pick up any garbage.
Wpadlem do nowej pracy, po raz kolejny, mimowolnie jednak bez przymusu. Poznalem kilku gosci, wykonujacych swoja robote. Nie nalezalem do takich.
Po kilku tygodniach, zorientowali sie, ze cos jest ze mna nie tak i zaczeli mi dokuczac, zadawajac techniczne pytania. Nie mialem pojecia jak na nie odpowiedziec.
Lubili mnie, bo bylem zabawny i w ogole spoko gosc, ale ten ich wewnetrzny konflikt, co zrobic ze mna, byl niemal namacalny. Nie wiedzieli jak mnie sklasyfikowac. Z jednej strony, dobrze sie ze mna gadalo i nikomu szkody nie robilem, z drugiej, bylem bezuzyteczny, co rodzilo pytania – kto go tu zatrudnil? za co ma placone?
Poznalem Keitha nie wiem gdzie. Ale z jakiejs przyczyny wiedzialem o jego nadchodzacej smierci.
By zapobiec jakos, postanowilem zorganizowac ostatni koncert, gdzies w buszu. Gdzies gdzie trudno dojechac; rower mi sie rozwalil. Patrzylem jak jeden typ, zrecznym ruchem doczepia sobie wielkie kola do hulajnogi i zamienia ja w road bike'a.
Koncert sie udal, ale pieniedzy z niego wilelkich nie bylo, co nie podobalo sie Liamowi i reszczcie. Flint tez nie byl wesoly. Wiec szedlismy tak, w smutku, w jungli, bez wiekszej wiksy.
my dad wanted to make a prank on me and my siblings, so he cut his head off, layed it gently on his chest and stretched inside one of his old cars. I said oh my god, let's call an ambulance. I wanted to feel something of a great loss or something. I think I wanted, but maybe I didn't.
I didn't feel much of that loss either.
when he finally woke up, I felt embarrassed, because I didn't mourn him enough. the whole situation was awkward.
I was in this hotel, close to shopping mall. No, wait, first thing I remember I had this bitch in my car, and a moment later another one parked just right next to us. She was fine, a little older though. Playing with her pussy, turned on extremely. I invited her over.
We went to my hotel, close to this shopping mall, you see. Fucked?
Later what happened was I got involved with Natalya. Somehow we ended up naked in bed, in the same hotel. She was hot my friend, I'm telling you. Despite all her stupidity, naivete, she was warm between the legs. She was warm and moist between her legs and her lips were juicy, warm and ripe. Warm, and welcoming like a mother she was. Caring and warm. She could suck you off, bring some milk with honey.. then
okay now, the last part is new. never happened.
I was on a camp with my brothers and sisters. There were lots of other people too. We could swim in a quite short swimming pool. I was happy about that, because I liked it, and wanted to try my new breathing mouthpiece.
Then then war broke out. We were transported to other countries by train. In there I fucked this not-so-good-looking-chick, but I didn't come. Then I think, I must've misplaced something of hers, and she wrote these long posts about it.
And then I got home. I was still living with my sister, in a completely different country. It must've been Holland, even though it didn't look like Holland, because I met my old friend there – who happened to live in Holland.
My sister's got these guys coming over for the night. They weren't attractive, they were like 2nd grade sort of humans, but she didn't care.
One day I was walking on the streets and met my old friend again. I was interested in his plans for the future, but he was just as hopeless as the rest.
I was on a tropical Island. I remember walking the streets, and then a second after – being in the sky, flying and jumping straight to swimming pool. Have no idea how I managed to survive.
The craziest thing was, that the whole world was folder – I could see the rest of the island in the sky. Just like in the Inception. It was happening because I had a folded picture of this Island in my pocket.