Amazing... the progammed mind!
I had a set of keys that looked more or less like my home keys...
20:00 I left the office and I saw the wood and cotton ony my bed and me in a intertwined passionate reunion.
As usual I took the streets, about me... a lot of make-up and women in it, and big pots carried by men, and blue hooded guards sleeping at work.
No lights at home so I had to walk in the dark,
nothing quite unusual.
bushes and alleys barely covering the soul hunters of the night, and the walking dead eager to get a recruit or a meal!
then there is this dog, fucking crazy animal. It loves barking at me.
The dog gets so excited barking, jumping around and raising its limps, you'd swear it is dancing to "get Low" - Lil jon on fast forward
Of course, all these confidence by this 'beast' is inspired by the powerful steel gate and high stone fence that demacates its territory.
another dark alley and I knock at the gate.
waiting...
and I knock again harder
waiting...
Luckily a paranoid neighbour of mine comes hooting like furiously, like he is desperately trying to knock his steering wheel into his dashboard.
So home sweet home!!!
but before - a hill made of stairs.
Out comes the keys... and a battle of key head and lock orifice ensures before I discover that its the wrong set
I see my home keys several miles away in posta sacco, wondering why the got deserted today.
So well they had to wonder no more.
So the alleys, and the bushes, the dead and the dog... backwards this time.
Then this is where I clearly knew that my ride
is long overdue.
next year is certainly not just a deadline but a cast in stone
The bus stage.
Worst place to be at that H and M of the day.
Every movement of plants, inanimate objects or shadows seemed like a signal for the slipper wearing, 6f' 5, toothless, 5 by 6 by 30 inch dicked fag sex-starved malicous mean hungry pack of 12 rough uncultured murderous thugs to set in on me.
I flamboyantly flagged very car that passed(at night all cars could be matts- you can't see for sure till it's zapped past...)
finally a matt skidded to stop a few paces away and I gobbled up that distance between us in one of my best sprints ever.
Nothing amazing about the ride, just drunks, and women with big sacks of things(tomatoes... maybe)
got spat out into the cbd and I replayed the scene of make-up, hoods and pots.
Funny thing is that there are no lights in the office!!! The sockets are fine so I can switch on the computers. But the lights are dead.
There small green and red lights here and there, light from outside.
Every machine, gadget, window, bulb and mouse seems to be looking at me.
Luckily only a few things have moved on their own.
1. The water dispenser - something within it, maybe bubbles
2. The shadows. from the cars and lights outside.
3. Water from the kitchen sink...
The worst thing to move at night is the window. My experience with this, it is usually accompanied by some weird sounds which seems to translate to
"blooodddd, yessssssss, bloooooooddddddd, wannnnnnntttttttt soooooooouuullll" when it is opening
and
"no escapeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee shhhhhhhhhhhh" when it closes.
But I had to blog anyway since I am here.
It's now 00:40. Got the keys this time.
Can't wait to try out some lucid dreaming.
I had a set of keys that looked more or less like my home keys...
20:00 I left the office and I saw the wood and cotton ony my bed and me in a intertwined passionate reunion.
As usual I took the streets, about me... a lot of make-up and women in it, and big pots carried by men, and blue hooded guards sleeping at work.
No lights at home so I had to walk in the dark,
nothing quite unusual.
bushes and alleys barely covering the soul hunters of the night, and the walking dead eager to get a recruit or a meal!
then there is this dog, fucking crazy animal. It loves barking at me.
The dog gets so excited barking, jumping around and raising its limps, you'd swear it is dancing to "get Low" - Lil jon on fast forward
Of course, all these confidence by this 'beast' is inspired by the powerful steel gate and high stone fence that demacates its territory.
another dark alley and I knock at the gate.
waiting...
and I knock again harder
waiting...
Luckily a paranoid neighbour of mine comes hooting like furiously, like he is desperately trying to knock his steering wheel into his dashboard.
So home sweet home!!!
but before - a hill made of stairs.
Out comes the keys... and a battle of key head and lock orifice ensures before I discover that its the wrong set
I see my home keys several miles away in posta sacco, wondering why the got deserted today.
So well they had to wonder no more.
So the alleys, and the bushes, the dead and the dog... backwards this time.
Then this is where I clearly knew that my ride
is long overdue.
next year is certainly not just a deadline but a cast in stone
The bus stage.
Worst place to be at that H and M of the day.
Every movement of plants, inanimate objects or shadows seemed like a signal for the slipper wearing, 6f' 5, toothless, 5 by 6 by 30 inch dicked fag sex-starved malicous mean hungry pack of 12 rough uncultured murderous thugs to set in on me.
I flamboyantly flagged very car that passed(at night all cars could be matts- you can't see for sure till it's zapped past...)
finally a matt skidded to stop a few paces away and I gobbled up that distance between us in one of my best sprints ever.
Nothing amazing about the ride, just drunks, and women with big sacks of things(tomatoes... maybe)
got spat out into the cbd and I replayed the scene of make-up, hoods and pots.
Funny thing is that there are no lights in the office!!! The sockets are fine so I can switch on the computers. But the lights are dead.
There small green and red lights here and there, light from outside.
Every machine, gadget, window, bulb and mouse seems to be looking at me.
Luckily only a few things have moved on their own.
1. The water dispenser - something within it, maybe bubbles
2. The shadows. from the cars and lights outside.
3. Water from the kitchen sink...
The worst thing to move at night is the window. My experience with this, it is usually accompanied by some weird sounds which seems to translate to
"blooodddd, yessssssss, bloooooooddddddd, wannnnnnntttttttt soooooooouuullll" when it is opening
and
"no escapeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee shhhhhhhhhhhh" when it closes.
But I had to blog anyway since I am here.
It's now 00:40. Got the keys this time.
Can't wait to try out some lucid dreaming.
Comments
This is the second time you've forgotten keys\taken the wrong set of bloody keys. I'd say that I'll pray for you but I'm not sure even Jesus Christ himself can save you...