Posted by blogger in April 10, 2007
You are running. As fast as an antelope through some construction sites; you are running through gardens and parking lots. Eevery other second you turn your head back. To make sure he is not running after you. With a gun in his hand. Firing at you. He, who you trust as to no one else. He, who you have known all your life. You are scared and you feel betrayed. Your brother shot at you several times a couple of seconds ago. For no reason. He was sane, not drunk, and in his own mind. Never had he a gun. You wonder why he shot at you. You are running home.
When you finally make it home, you want to warn your parents about the incident and you want to protect them from their own son. From your elder brother. But they are not in the house. It seems that the house is empty. You are ready to leave as you hear someone snoring in the bedroom. Of course, you think it is one of your parents taking a daytime nap. You rush into the room. And as soon as you get in… you freeze. Because you don’t find none of your folks in the room. There you find you own brother. Your elder brother. Sleeping. And your eyes get red and adrenalin runs through your veins while you think of your next step. You are confused and you start yelling at your brother asking what is going on. Because you yell at him, he yells back at you. He is irritated. He is annoyed at you because you wake him up for no reason. From his point of view. He doesn’t know my reasons. Do I? You ask yourself, what he is doing at home sleeping in the bed with no sign of being awake when five minutes ago he…someone like him was firing at you. Fuck… Confusing. This doesn’t make sense. I didn’t know what to do and who to trust. Not even myself I could trust. Explainations? Perhaps in my dream I had also been asleep and then I woke up still in my dream to discover one dream in another. Now I am awake. I can pinch myself and I will feel pain. I am awake. But maybe I am living in a dream and I should wake up?
I will suggest this idea about a dream in a dream to David Lynch. He will make a beautiful weird movie based on that. I have never been killed in my dreams, although they tried it a lot. I always run when threatened. And I run to my home.
Posted by blogger in April 7, 2007
This cat’s name is Z [zed]. He is in shock because he has been washed in a bath tub. When inside, he was crying and swearing.

Posted by blogger in April 1, 2007
You are standing in line with sweat on your face, in line to the emergency room. You are holding your ring fingers in your hands. Nicely cut off your ring fingers. In front of you old ladies and men who don’t seem to be that desperate to get help are queued. You want to get in faster. You are worried about the time because from anatomy classes you remember that if you cut your body parts and freeze them immidiately, perhaps, they can be attached again. It’s been already 15 minutes since you found yourself biking without two fingers. One is hanging down your pants, the other one you hold in your hand. So, when in the hospital, you only think about the pressing time. You want to have your fingers attached. Standing in line you are trying to do it on your own. You attach the finger, it won’t hold, because both surfaces are too dry. You don’t want to think it is too late. You imagine how doctors cut a slice from your remaining finger and from the detached finger to make the surfaces wet and sticky to put them back into place. Together. Althou I felt the time pressure, I didn’t feel any pain. I ran to the doctors when I got scared to wait any longer. And the doctor smiled when he saw my fingers. You know, that wise, I-know-everything smile. When I woke up, the first thing I did, I checked my fingers. They were allright. Now I remember a surgery on my thumb in real life not that long ago, when I got the finger into the bike lock. My nail is still black on one side.
Posted by blogger in March 13, 2007
I have noticed that everyone is speedpaiting everyone on youtube these days. Here is Thom Yorke speedpainted by someone.
Posted by blogger in March 9, 2007
Very nice story and singing. Sexiest ever, awesome, amazing…
Posted by blogger in March 8, 2007
1. Woman’s body
2. Children
3. Death
Posted by blogger in March 3, 2007
Sometimes I feel pity for God. He has become a redemption of everyones’ sins. If they believe in God, they shouldn’t commit a sin in the first place. - Dwi
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