there is a bug in my soup

with her possessed eyes she looked at me and shouted! "waiter!". now "what?" I thought.

I have been working in this mess since I knew myself and here everyday is the same day. It's like living inside a stuck elevator and the elevator is an actual time machine. you know the feeling "geeez". ran between the white table clothings and extremely old fashioned ties and shoe laces and reached her destiny. "yes maam, how may I help you?" she got up, suddenly I was inside her huge blubby eyes and she said again "waiter!". and I said "yes mrs.leggo, what is it?" wooo; she kissed me. she definitely used the tongue. oh! that tongue. you would never want to know. I stood there and dropped couple of tears. in between the huge salty lips I mumbled "I guess you enjoyed your fly soup mrs.leggo?" after sucking up my soul completely, she replied. "this is better than the best, thank you chuck!"

I returned to my point. and that was a random day at the meal o frogg's. where there is always a bug on your face.

"geeez".

a little short tale

I had this tiny seed with me, since I was seven years old. not 7, but seven with letters. I used to feed her every morning and every afternoon. soon she became my best friend. we used to do everything together. we found a dog, we drank from the sink, we counted clouds and fought with the seven seas. my seed was growing faster than me. I was eleven, she went to collage. she moved away so fast that I could'nt even get her number. I heard about her when I was seventeen, she got married and had two blue children. She wrote a letter to me, the letter arrived when I was twenty, she wrote she was very happy. I saw a picture of her at the bottom of the paper, she was old but beautiful still. She was a very successful song writer, very wealthy and fit. I wrote back, I wrote that I missed her a lot. Then the letters stoped. This year I'm twentyfour, and last day I had a package from the local gardener's association. they sent me a tulip between a dark heavy book. the pages she was between were seven and seventy. the pages looked silent. the pages were all deep; magenta...

ZzZzz

my eyes were puffy this morning,
so I kept them close.
took a big red london bus
and left the house.
dreamed a song to pass time,
but it stole my blouse.

pearl

she had this smile on her face. blooming like a butterfly. skirts flying on the highway. sofistication followed by racoons from last saturday. it was about an escape from the rusty neighbourhood. leaving the crown back. leaving the crown room with respect. she had this big dress on her. made her look like a new zealand spotty. lips served flesh, kinky meaningless sentences around her neck. she used to be the one, now she was two lonely. double soul in a trunk. leftovers of a selfish drunk. one princess to be a pirate, with no rum but a bum.

jazz like a pearl,
take me home.

hick!

this little naughty pussy crushed the night out to find a foxy lady. a whole woman who shall cook him extravazanga large dinners and fix some pandastic cocktails. she should have a talent on each finger and an extra on her curly tail. a woman to remind her to pay the bills and serve clean underwear, also some ironing would be pretty cool. so this little naughty kitty cat travelled down the city to the central park, to find a long four legged pussy cat. someone to crawl over and someone extremely huggable. someone handy and mandy.

along the way, he bumped into old friends. "hey pal! come over" they shouted. they had a big bottle of raki, some white smelly cheese and a huge bucket of fish with them. "well" he said. "why not" so all sat on the short grass under the stars and started to chill out. the weather was lovely until the buttom of the glass.

it was nearly morning he said goodbye to the old friends and took the way back to home. "hick hick" the buildings looked like clay and the road was running away under his feet. "hick hick hick" all of a sudden he saw this beautiful creature near the red brick wall, at the end of the street. one furry goddess to be on the cover of fhm. she was licking her long tail passionately. he came closer and said "hellow there foxy" she smiled. "would you like to check out my stamp collection, at my place?" she smiled again. "I haven't seen you around here, where you from?"

"I came here to visit my sister" she said. "show me the way. "hick hick hick hick" she had the loveliest eyes and high ears. "hick hick" she was like out of dreams. they arrived his hatch and entered in together. "bum bum bum bum" ah that was a wonderfull morning.

when the sun was over the hill, he was awake. but "oh noes" the foxy lady was gone, without even a notice. "well, whatever" he said. "lets buy a newspaper and spend the day home "alone again". but when he looked around for his wallet! it was gone! he looked around for his watch! it was gone! he looked around and the tv, playstation, even the microwave was gone! "damn" he said.

"that smelly old cheese really sucked hard."