lunes, 28 de enero de 2008

Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when you’re creative – Part II

(*Note: If you already read “Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when you’re creative – Part I” blog, please ignore this note and keep reading this next paragraphs lol But if you haven’t read that blog yet, you won’t understand this, so, read the second blog, please! Thanks for checking this)

A few days ago, my grandma came to see me after a long time without talking before her and without finding myself watching my face through her glasses. She was not in her best days and her health was not what it used to be. She had a problem in her legs and sometimes she just didn’t feel them… So, she had to lay or sit down in those situations. Her long years walking on this Earth had affected her ability to transport herself and when I realized she had decided to come to see me, I knew that was a big deal. Sorry about the tear.

It was true, I did something wrong and we had to do something about it. I killed a young, pretty girl and every minute inside of my cell, made me feel what I did to her in 162000 seconds and God knows how insane were each one of them.

Since the first time I saw the girl I assassinated, my body trembled. In the back of my mind, I started making plans to catch her in my trap. She would be my first victim and her green eyes would experiment all my nasty thoughts in a live session.

I couldn’t believe what I was saying, that’s the kind of thing you would hear from a lunatic guy! It was like if a killer’s soul possessed my body every once and a while… Sometimes, a little secret give our lives a quick escape from reality; others, a white lie assure you the happiness of someone you don’t want to hurt; but when you realize you’re the one who’s been a fool, that’s when you wake up. However, you look for an explanation for that action made against you, an excuse to forgive the liar, an answer to justify the one you love with all your heart… That’s ironically stupid. Because that is fooling yourself!

I never forgive, I’m not a saint, and I’m not a hero. That’s why Jesus was created for; he is the only one who could forgive infidelity.

I waited in my car for her to get out from that man’s house. The selfish bitch had a lot of fun that night, at least, until I kidnapped her…

I imagined the worst way to die and did it to her. I took the dirtiest knives and stained her legs. I let my anger, my insecurity and sadness flow through her body and I painted my walls and floor with red art.

Her eyeless corpse slept with my black-onyx car in the city’s lake for one week. Each bite a fish gave to her; a detective approached more to the actual murderer.

They caught me when she had no tongue and was more than a body a “fish-motel”.

Even with all my reasons to kill that fucking whore, I ended in jail; everything I did was in vane! I was single again and had a house full of clues that pointed me as the villain of the story…! It was a bad idea to keep her green eyes in my fridge and the bra she wore that night in my closet (incredibly, the bitch had my taste…!). I’m such a stupid girl!

“He had to be here, not me!! Why did I have to meet him!? Why did I go to the library that day!? Why did I take the number 54!? Help me, grandma! HELP, ME!” I yelled before everyone who was looking at me through the huge mirror saw how my body started calming down and how my screams became low-volume noises. Never in my whole life, had I felt so much peace and tranquillity than that moment. The venom ran in silence guided by my own blood as the darkness appeared in form of tired eyes. The fear came to me in the last second I remember, but I did what a strange voice told me to: Just sleep…

Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when you’re creative- Part I

(*Note: If you already read “The Ticket Machine!” blog, please ignore this note and keep reading this sequel lol But if you haven’t read that blog yet, you won’t understand this, so, read the first blog, please! Thanks for checking this)

The next day that I met #93, I realised she was a whore, and not because of the gossip, but because of what she did to me the night before in a restaurant’s restroom! Oh, my God! I was so scared and excited at he same time! I didn’t know if she was trying to lick me or thinking about giving me a free amputation! However, it was awesome! She was a crazy sexy nurse and I wanted to be sick forever!

She was the easiest, sexiest, smartest and funniest girl I’ve ever met. Her green eyes would be in my mind for a long time and they were before me whenever I wanted to refresh my memory! It’s very funny how some events occur to make your life better or teach you something. In my case, I learned one thing thanks to my red-metal friend: If you can date several chicks at the same time DO IT!! So, I’ll tell you a little bit about #54 too.

The second girl I met with the ticket machine was the kind of woman you would present to your mom as your future wife. She didn’t have green eyes but she could look through you with so much love that was possible to grab it with your hands. If I ever wanted to find some girl to have kids with, #54 was that girl! Her ability to do everything perfect was unique and her love for God was it too. So, I couldn’t fuck her… yet.

Anyway, she gave me a naked photo of her naked chest two weeks later to decrease my hunger. She told me to use that picture to imagine what I could have with her if we carried on in our relationship. LOL!!! She was CRAZY!!

College is a big place where you are like a fallen leaf in a forest during fall. The quantity of people you meet is designed in the universe to be the correct quantity you really need to progress with your career and your life. That’s why two girls in the same class didn’t know they had more than the same pink shirt in common.

My relationship with #93 was very hot. Anytime, anywhere, it was familiar to me the meaning of her dirty green-eyed-look. It was inevitable to resist her sexy feminine charms. Even if we were at Neighbour’s Restaurant, the bank, my car or her uncle’s funeral, the place wasn’t important. Sex was the only way I knew to make her happy and I had the satisfaction to always look a great smile on her face when a showed an emergency condom in my pocket. But I knew that if sex failed our relationship would die as well.

One night, she came to my place, I opened the door and the dirty look had been sent. My testosterone antennas caught the subliminal message like flies are trapped by Ray Toro’s afro. In about two minutes, I already had #93 kissing me on the sofa, giving me her body heat and touching my hands when she pronounced these magic words: “Why do you have sanitary paper pasted on your hand?” My entire body was frozen solid the next second I heard that…!! My face turned all red and Mr. Silence sat between us, but he ran away when she started laughing!! “I can’t believe you did that!!” she said while I was still stupidly brush, watching her stand up and parts of my body going down…!! Damn #54’s photo!! I’ll never use it again!! I promise!!

(Will continue in Part II)

The Ticket Machine!

I was waiting for 15 minutes in front of the library; twenty people were waiting to get their copies of homework, pages of books and stuff. I was about to get sick because of the human heat and hunger! So, I tried to avoid some people to get my copies first, I couldn't wait one more second!

One step to the right, push an old woman and tackle a nerd, that was all I needed to become the next in the crowd to be attended and did it! Time of joy and party! "Finally, in 5 minutes I'll be eating!” I thought. (And this is the part where everything is fucked up...) But my smile turned down when the library-girl ask me for my ticket! I didn't have a ticket! How was I supposed to take a ticket when I, with all my strength lol, almost got out because of the bunch of animals that wanted their copies! I mean, it was impossible to take a ticket! But when I waked up from my own anger dream, I was in the corner of the library, in front of the damn ticket machine!
My madness couldn't do something else than take a ticket but my 15 minutes of torture would have a sweet revenge! Anyway, I had to eat; my stomach was eating its own walls!
A girl and a guy went to my table to talk and the time made me forget everything about my copies! The next day the library would collapse and the red ticket machine with it!
The night is gone and the breakfast done, the bus taken and I was walking straight to the library. Everything was like I expected: a mass of people fighting to get a lil'paper to have a copy! So, I waited for 5 minutes and the opportunity came. The scoreboard in the wall was showing the 93 number, my ticket's number. One step to the right, push an old woman and tackle a nerd, I was in front of the library girl, I gave a smile and put my ticked on the big desk. "What the hell? Two 93 tickets?” she said when a pretty hot girl put her ticket by my side! Her green eyes made me stop each word I could possibly say, her lips had me paralyzed watching they move when she told me: "You go first; I'm not going to do a big drama because of a ticket". I felt like the biggest idiot ever...! But I had the hottest girl talking to me, I had to control myself and be the coolest guy in the library! So, I gave my papers, asked for the copies I wanted and tried to make a nice conversation with the girl. I made her laugh one time. Immediately, the library-girl brought me the copies. Another guy from the library finished helping my dream girl. "See ya", I said while I took her notebook and copies in purpose, got out of the library. Minutes later, I started to love the damn ticket machine, because when I got a call from the green-eyed-girl to give her the correct stuff, I knew a great way to meet chicks!
And that's how I met #97, #21, #83 and #54!!!