Thursday, 28 January 2016

write and to drive a car at the same time.

28 January 2016
seaside melody from the small table, from the telephone resting there on the small table. get up, wipe across the surface of the telephone to turn off the alarm.Feline morning greetings, the cat in high hopes of a feed.
Visit the orchid first, and brush the teeth. Return to the bedroom and put on yesterday's clothes. Hurry. Feed the cat, feed the cat to shut it up. It entangles itself between legs, jumps or tables. Pat the pet on the head, purr. Pack the bag, and leave the house. The streets are dry, the alleyway has no more than a few damp glistning g spots. It is warm. and today is a car day, there is a need to be in work early. A sick computer, a rotten apple- infected driver, or something. So technical. Such a nuisance.The roads are deserted. Drive past the gaol, and into the big cross roads. Then the country roads, the robot petrol station with the illuminated red advertising lights, red Neon. Red neon showing the prices at the petroleum products.The Motorway, the German Autobahn, sans speed limits, Drivers in a hurry driving fast and some others are just fast for fun. But even when not driving fast, without speeding the car is faster than the train. But it is impossible to write and to drive a car at the same time.

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