Sweat(er), child of mine II

... and so Faluk entered the store saw a sweater bought the sweater ran out stopped for a second to get some air ran 500 metres took another deep breath sat down on the floor looked around to see any pretty girls stood up saw a nice blond women and another redhead ran to his house took his keys unlocked the door opened the door threw the bag with the sweater on the couch kneeled on his new carpet stood up went to the kitchen opened the fridge grabbed a nice can of cool beer closed the fridge went back to the living room sat down on the couch opened the bag with the sweater put on the sweater opened the can of beer made a sip and feel all right....

Sweat(er), child of mine

"Never say never," said Faluk this morning, when the wind was throwing tons of snow into his face.

"And I have to choose the worst possible day to make my decision!!!!" Yes, Faluk was really mad. I guess you would like to know where he is going? Well, he is going to buy himself a new sweater.

For years and years and years he wore the same old sweater, occasionally even washing it. But i guess this habit made him a little bit anti-social, and people were avoiding him because of the special "aroma" that surrounded him. But Faluk is not the type of the person that notices such things, so this was not a big problem for him.


But today is a special day... After years and years and years of the same old sweater, he decided to make a very bold action and get rid of the old, wrinkled, stinky, smelly, dirty sweater.

And where do you find the sweaters that would be just perfect for Faluk? In just about any store that sells any kind of sweaters. We could say that Faluk is not searching for a very special sweater, or a sweater that would fit him. He would buy anything, as long as he does not have to spend more that 45 sec in a store.

And, while the wind was blowing into his face.... he entered THE STORE....

TO BE CONTINUED.....

NOTE: The super image was taken from the greatest story by Derek.

God is dead, long live god

A glass of alcohol, and a nice tune to go in your head. This is heaven, heaven for the lonely hearted. And a warm embrace of the ghostly past, and memories leaking from your eyes.

"For believe me: the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and greatest enjoyment is - to live dangerously."
Friedrich Nietzsche

How very true this statement is...

Writing a silly poem

There are some days when Faluk feels a little bit artistic. And today is one of them. But as you might have noticed, his talent is a little bit weak. But that does not stop him from trying. And this is a very possitive thing about Faluk. Never gets scared in front of a challenge.
The challenge for today is writing a simple little poem, and Faluk wrote these lines:

When...
When the morning is a stubborn mule
your eyes like the dark
and your body does not like to rule
it leaves the dreams to make the mark.

When the days are dry as dust
your mind just floats
and your joints are filled with rust
there is no need to take the notes.

When the night reveals its light
your legs want to fly
and the head is not so bright
not the time to show you're shy.

E equals m times c squared or let us make some noise

Dear Faluk,
this is the beloved world of non-fantasy writing to inform you about the situation here.
In general it is quite fine to live, but there are some complete maniacs which are trying hard to destroy everything and everybody.
A quick and easy way to die is to piss some of those idots... and believe me... it is very simple to piss off a mentally challenged person, who has his fingers on a big red button.

Kind regards,
Earth

Mistery of rain

Faluk likes the rain... sometimes. And sometimes he hates it. He hates it when there is too much of it. And now it is definitely too much.

The water is entering everything and everybody, and this water is not the fluid of life, but it is more the fluid of death.

Humidity makes people bad, so bad it is almost crazy. The look in their eyes changes, the voice changes, the breathing changes, the color of their skin changes.
The world becomes Dantes dream - the Inferno.

Not like when the sun is out there and there are smiles everywhere. That world is far away when it rains. Maybe it does not exist... Faluk doubts it.

Obscuris vera involvens....

Where have you been Faluk?

Faluk was dreaming like never before. This is the reason for his absence. Many things have changed in his head and we could say that he has also grown up.

This happenes sooner or later.. the inevitable destiny is taking us down... Where is it talking us?

Do you know the answer Faluk?
I thought so! You know many things, but this is the question where all the logic and all the knowledge of the world ends.
There are MANY MANY people who claim to have an answer to THE question....
The most brave people admit they do not have an answer and they will probably never get it.

Dream on...