311 ay 2017
Awake, there is the feeling that nothing
will function. nothing will lave my
point today. There is no wish to get up.
no. Take a shower, fek the clothing
out of the wardrobe. Litter to the tinnitus
hiss. All is bleak and disastrous today,
now with light pouring in through the
window like some enforced gaiety.
The cat comes, sits down on the ground
and rubs its head against the human
knee. So pat the cat's head between the
ears. She commences purring, and
wishes for more by pushing against the caress. She is a happy
cat now.
The street is bright today, the sky is cloudless. There is a car and a cyclist on collision course in the pedestrian zou They do not collide, that is good. Dolores is at the bus stop, and the ducks are at the weather station. Look at the ducks and say good morning to Dolores she is cheerful, board the bus, pay the fare. The wake up make up girl is at the back of the bus, painting her eyebrows. and at the station the man with the pigtail is out on the station forecourt.
.
with his cigarette. He is cheerful today, wishes a loud good morning.
The man serving coffee in the cafe puts on a coffee without speaking, the free coffee card is full, tomorrow there will be free coffee. How nice.
Leave the cafe at six, just after the small diesel train has arrived at the first platform one. Down the stairs, around the corridor, up the stairs. There is the bright chatter of a group of young women on the platform, the sound of birdsong too. The train's arrival timely, there is even a free seat available. Apart from the furious hiss in the left ear, let the day do what it likes.
The street is bright today, the sky is cloudless. There is a car and a cyclist on collision course in the pedestrian zou They do not collide, that is good. Dolores is at the bus stop, and the ducks are at the weather station. Look at the ducks and say good morning to Dolores she is cheerful, board the bus, pay the fare. The wake up make up girl is at the back of the bus, painting her eyebrows. and at the station the man with the pigtail is out on the station forecourt.
.
with his cigarette. He is cheerful today, wishes a loud good morning.
The man serving coffee in the cafe puts on a coffee without speaking, the free coffee card is full, tomorrow there will be free coffee. How nice.
Leave the cafe at six, just after the small diesel train has arrived at the first platform one. Down the stairs, around the corridor, up the stairs. There is the bright chatter of a group of young women on the platform, the sound of birdsong too. The train's arrival timely, there is even a free seat available. Apart from the furious hiss in the left ear, let the day do what it likes.
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