Barcelona > Rabat in 28 hours…

 

Within 28 hours i could have…

Within 28 hours i pissed 8 times, had 4 meals, watched 2 movies, slept 8 hours, read 30 pages, met 3 women and 15 men, spent 18 euros, showed my passport 5 times, waited 28 hours…

Within 28 hours i could have saved the world but it takes so much energy…

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Scoop: Brenda got dumped by Brendon! “My poodle helps me get over it”

 

Brenda was feeling much better since she hadn’t seen Brendon. He had left a few days ago for Ohio to start a peacock food business. All alone in the huge living room she was painting her feet nails when she accidentally dropped the nail varnish onto the floor. A large green puddle started spreading on the expensive carpet  Brendon offered her for her breast implants 5th anniversary.  Annoyed, she bent down on her knees and started licking the most of the mess she could, trying at the same time to avoid eating dog hair her white poodle scattered all over the place. After five minutes frantically cleaning the rug  with her tongue she sprawled on the floor, exhausted. Eyes wide open she was mindlessly looking at the ceiling when her memories came back. She wouldn’t forget the good times with her love…eating KFC chicken wings at the drive-in movies, biting the dust on Sepulveda boulevard… Her vision got blurred when suddenly the ceiling turned into a psychedelic mirror of her emotions. It looked like a Brendon faces pop art painting, twinkling like a million stars. Feeling nauseous she promptly closed her eyes and finally fell asleep. She woke up later on her white poodle licking her face vigorously…

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Apocalypse with Cathy

Cathy was playing video games for an hour or two which made any conversation with her impossible. Lying on the couch next to her i finally fell asleep, a piece of her shirt held tight in my left hand. December 20th, 2012… oh yes, we’re all gonna die tomorrow… I jump in the cold water with all my clothes, i won’t catch a cold anyway… the feeling of water slowly getting into my air-filled clothes is awkward. I feel great though…no time, no sound…nothing. Like in a “little death” i let my body drawn until my head goes under the water. After a while i wake up swiftly as i can’t breathe anymore. I look back at Cathy, intensely focused on her video game. We’re all gonna die very soon, yet i want to live until then… and i don’t want to be alone when this happens.

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Poisoned chalice

 

I went near the lady and she gave me one, saying that if i didn’t take any i would turn into a frog. To that i answered i was already called Froggy. “Because you’re French?” she said. “No, because i’m green” i replied. After this deep conversation she went away while i ate the awful stuff she had given to me. I was feeling ok until i tried to fly off. Turns out that bitch fooled me. I started melting to the ground, spreading myself like a soft piece of shit. My vision got awkward when my eyes split and ran down on my puddle. One eye caught sight of the woman grinning from far away. It was too late to do anything though… Anyway trust me, as soon as i look like a human being again, i’ll get my own back on her!

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Walking in circle in the desert

 

Today’s the day! I’ve been waiting for too long… I took my fridge and mattress in my backpack, put my slippers on and went out. The sun light hit my face and i could only see snails running in a huge white spiral. I quickly followed the winner of the race, yet i was too slow and lost them all. After some time walking in the desert i gave a lift to a hitch-hiker. He told me the story of a woman who buried herself to the head as her best wish was to get tanned, but only her face. I nodded…what could i answer? We were walking and talking in circle, not because we wanted to but because we couldn’t find the North. The sun set down so we chose to camp for the night. I spread the mattress out and opened the fridge to grab some food. My friend was so thirsty that he started licking ice inside the fridge. Obviously his tongue got stuck…which was a relief for me as he was too much talkative. The next day i found the island i’ve been looking for all my life… England! …no, just kidding.

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ToothbruSh adVentures

Today I removed my toothbrush bristles. That’s the best idea I got to stop my whole family to use it. Once I found my toothbrush in a glass conversing with my grand mother’s dentures. Another day I caught my brother forcing it to clean off dirt from his new snickers. My mother regularly swaps hers with mine when hers dies and my father takes advantage of its kindness each time he accidentally drops his wedding ring in the washbowl siphon. Now my toothbrush is safe and all mine.

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Random Rabbit and Pink Panther

Today i’m angry and sad. The white rabbit that was secretly eating bite by bite my Pink Panther poster (I guess it was jealous: a random albinos bunny compared to the famous elegant Pink Panther…), so that ugly and bothering rabbit of mine left without noticing. It’s been 5 months since we haven’t seen each other and it sometimes visits in my psychedelic dreams. In the last one, Bamby (its name’s Bamby) is having dinner with two friends i’ve been sleeping with, Bob and boB (or is it boB AND Bob? Did i say i slept with them? By the way i’m not sure who these guys are really) Confusing…Anyway, they left already…who left again? God! BACK TO THE STORY! So i was in that huge supermarket, trying some nail polish, which happens regularly (or drying my hair with a hairdryer). Anyway, i was looking for some cheap flight to Moscow Beach when Bamby appeared on a sudden. It then said something like « Eat me, eat me so i’ll be free from this ecCentriC dream of yours, let me freeeeeeeeeee! » Since i wasn’t there anymore i couldn’t help, all the more that i didn’t hear the beginning of its laments. Panthers are really weird sometimes… more when pink.

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One-handed random artist

Would this text be fuller if  i had my both hands to write with? I could write every other word. This.. not.. good… Yeah, useless. We are weekly interview day, right? Well i don’t care, regularity is boring.

So today i have THIS, not from me but i managed to give  a good translation or/and interpretation of this text, written in a very old language from ancient civilization (it sounds Spanish though). Enjoy.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet.

Here’s my translation or/and interpretation:

Crying of pain while preying on a church chair is an elitist discipline restricted to door makers only (i chose this translation of consetetur yet opinions differ, some would write gate makers. For a better understanding i preferred door), while lust for diamond  has been associated for a short time to numismatists who used to suffer working in the watery magma, in an exquisite pleasure of diamond thirst. That accusation  those two painful asses made was in fact true and legitimate. All that led to some kind of argument between them, that German art critic Gubergren and that Japanese retired sea shepherd Takimata (or might be the opposite…circumstances of that specific moment remain obscure even to experts) about whether or not Espiritu Sanctum would make door makers cry of pain while preying on church chairs.

Legitimate debate indeed, a little off-board maybe.

Found in the dictionary fuller’s earth: terre à foulon….???

 

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Dream: art of nonsense

I was talking with Alice last night. We were sitting peacefully on that huge mushroom of Wonderland, eating pieces of it and smoking hookah. The atmosphere around was metallic blue, green and yellow like in a thick psychedelic mist. After a long talk about how centipede can’t put all its legs above its head and whether it has one head or two at both ends, I laid on the mushy mushroom (i know mushy doesn’t mean anything here but that sounded nice) and closed my eyes. My head was a real mess, i was dancing on various pop music extracts played out of nowhere. I opened my eyes and looked around as Alice was nowhere to be seen. It took me some time to understand that the big white tree right next to me was in fact her calf and when I looked up i could already not find her head. That was pretty creepy and i got more anxious as the mist suddenly turned into…BIP   BIP   BIP   BIP   BIP   BIP (alarm clock ringing: this detail is for deaf who can’t hear and blind who can’t read). Ok, i know, you would say it’s easy for the alarm clock to ring right at the moment you’re out of idea for your story. And i would answer: fuck off (because i’m guilty and uncovered)

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