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The truth is ...

I have been waiting for your blink!

The beauty says:

How much do you have?
Not much. Actually nothing. I’ve got a sore to heal instead!
A sore to heal, Hah? This is not a good investment! But at least we can take a look at it. Show me the wound!
I cannot show it. It’s in my chest!
And you believe you can get a visa with a sore in your chest?!
I need to be me. I need to be a piece of myself … Are you still listening?

If you had a restaurant, I bet you would serve cold coffee in the frigid midnight my car broke down nearby! No problem; I’ll be waiting!

Your lost lamb had a unique experience today. He decided to open his heart to the blind eyes of a beautiful agent of yours. And he did so. And he got some brilliant, watery spit on his soul, which is still having a graceful taste! I do appreciate your kind support, since it could have been hot and greasy as well, while I was just so respectfully rejected.

I can’t help asking you! This relationship is still meaningful from my point of view. You can have me classified as a dirty dog with no teeth, a moaning mosquito or a piece of velvet in a camping fire; I can be a bastard butcher, an insane philosopher, a liar, a sharp fart out of a fashion model’s skirt, but I’m really, really too far from a roll of wet toilet paper … and you know this!

Wet toilet paper!
O’ here comes the moving rubbish!
He is a piece of shit on two feet! I feel like vomit whenever I see him!
But I can’t believe he is a murderer. It sounds like he is an innocent fool, unless he has been a psychotic, dangerous criminal!
He is a dangerous killer - everybody knows!
So, why he’s never been arrested?
He is told to have links to the Circle of Bastards, a fearless community who are capable of doing anything when it comes to support a member. Before a mission, they drink a special mix of blood, urine and black pepper which is believed to have a consolidating effect on the heart for the knife job.
Really?
Really!

My ears are working - for your information! You keep on testing me on them, alright, but I’ll never be able to ignore the reality of my life unless you make a serious decision to help me.

What happened?
You can do nothing without money.
It’s not true; you simply need to find the way. Yesterday evening, after you left the park, I decided to lie down under a tree and take a nap. I suddenly noticed a large glider approach. A weird old man jumped off and asked me whether I wanted to live in another country. I told “yes”, and he promised to send me a rope down from the blue sky and take me elsewhere today!
He is probably intended to prevent the extinction of the gullible souls on the other side of the globe!
He might even be trying to analyze the mix blood of zebras and human!
Anyway… this is my rope coming down! Goodbye!

And he went.

Tell me one thing; was it really necessary for me to watch this miracle of yours right after the short dialogue we had just had? I already knew you can do anything.

I am really astonished at your manners! You give a man a tongue, a brain and a reason to talk, but your mighty logic doesn’t always seem to function in a natural way. Look down here; I've got all those necessary stuff to tell these people how I feel about it all, but, you know, you have already zipped up my lips with a stupid, unusual story! It’s just as if I have never had a tongue.

Have you ever spied the disappointed wiggling of a tongue behind a pair of zipped lips? The biggest part of the history has been and is being talked in these cramped spaces, in mouths. We are not few and many of us do feel you watch in such moments. You know what? It is like the overwhelming joy of the peak of a romantic date; the moment when the speech is run by craving eyes and there is absolutely no definition of any kind.

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.02.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7309-8446-8

Widmung:
This is dedicated to my wife, Mojgan.

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