Friday, 16 May 2014

5.43.m.n

16.5.2014
In the night, look at the television, look at the computer, search. If sleep hides, do not search. Do otherwise.
Sleep.
Cat, alarm, and the two birds outside start imitating the sounds. Beep tweet Beep tweet. Alarm off.
Tweet Tweet.
No twitter.mg. Feed the cat..
When dressed and washed go down the stairs. Look out to the yard, the cat in its tray watching the birds. Greedy little animal shitting.
Fun for all.
At the corner of the street near- collision with a two stroke scooter driven by a young female driver. Only the heavily made up eyes are visible behind a black, glistening, full face helmet. NearSlam!  A short swerve, and she is away in a blue cloud smelling of two-stroke oil.
Noisy.
The lady there with all her cases. It is Friday, she is off into the weekend after work. The regular with the hood with the ears from the winter passes on her way into town. Not that she is wearing her hood today, the weather is good. Her once-black hair is over her shoulders, half way down her back, bleached.
Long.
Blond.
Bus, station, no man smoking.
Cafe has a new girl, slow. Time will wake her faster. She calls for help, there are suddenly more people. Super, and Anastasia come out of the kitchen.
As every day now, the small diesel train from Rosenheim arrives spot on time, disgorges its passengers. The Train rolls in, step in, sit down.
Friday, the last day in a week of nausea and headaches, joint pains. Tinnitus sivgittus. Auricular hallucinations.  Initagep aridness? Is it age! or illness? who nous.
Ask the doctor, he will find something.
Probably a disease of the mind.
Psychology.
As if that were not so bad, to be forgotten, here, have some pills, don't know how they work, might do you good,,
sollte Der Leser, die Leserin, das Lesertum a Depressive Note decouvrieren, height bin I alt. miad. Writing dialects, dialect un?
Neologism is the science of novelty, or just

a mis-spelt word. 

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