Sonntag
I wish I could sleep for days but I'm afraid that I won't be getting much time to rest until Saturday. The weekend has left me exhausted and I could sense it on Sunday. I almost did pass out during the parade. My feet were killing me but I stayed - for them. There was whinging and bitchiness and unpleasantness along the way and the person I dislike was standing next to me (no, if you're reading this, it wasn't you!) yet my experience still remains untarnished. And it seemed to me like everyone took the heat, the lack of organization and being sprayed with water guns pretty well.
Yes, it was quite commercialized - the biggest floats were all corporate - but I still sensed peoples' sense of self peek out through the corporate logos. A few marched for those who cannot, a few marched for what they believe in. He marched too in his purest form, inciting gasps from everyone, doing something I could never dream of doing. Well, I actually did dream of it last night when I was him with long flowing hair but I had a balding patch on my scalp and the crowd stared me down with unforgiving eyes. Yet he marched; he was not ashamed of his body.
It wasn't ending so I decided to leave. Back on the street, I could barely walk and I started to get claustrophobic. The mounties had gained celebrity status quite deservingly so but so had all the underwear models and I wondered what their claim to fame was.
I ran away seeking shelter. At night, I climbed atop a tall building with winds that threatened to blow unfriendly liquids onto my lovely blue shirt. I heard los dios who spoke about the environment: "if you plan on having children, you have to think about this" (this being the future of the world). "She's right," I said to myself as I fell deep into thought.
That night I returned, relieved to find some normalcy restored to the neighbourhood. It had all the signs of a dying party yet I lingered, fully aware that I would be unable to experience this until the following year. I saw several beauties. Miss T&T was one of them, flawless hair, flawless skin, flawless accent, "career aspirations." I stupidly picked up a free t-shirt that I know I will never wear because it comes down to my knees. I walked in, I said my hellos and as I talked to her, I saw the look in her eyes, that of a mother protecting her offspring. It was then that I realized that I've wronged him and that I continue to do so. She doesn't hate me but I suppose she should for I forgot her, I stole him from her and once broken, I left him to her to gather in her arms to mend.
Yes, it was quite commercialized - the biggest floats were all corporate - but I still sensed peoples' sense of self peek out through the corporate logos. A few marched for those who cannot, a few marched for what they believe in. He marched too in his purest form, inciting gasps from everyone, doing something I could never dream of doing. Well, I actually did dream of it last night when I was him with long flowing hair but I had a balding patch on my scalp and the crowd stared me down with unforgiving eyes. Yet he marched; he was not ashamed of his body.
It wasn't ending so I decided to leave. Back on the street, I could barely walk and I started to get claustrophobic. The mounties had gained celebrity status quite deservingly so but so had all the underwear models and I wondered what their claim to fame was.
I ran away seeking shelter. At night, I climbed atop a tall building with winds that threatened to blow unfriendly liquids onto my lovely blue shirt. I heard los dios who spoke about the environment: "if you plan on having children, you have to think about this" (this being the future of the world). "She's right," I said to myself as I fell deep into thought.
That night I returned, relieved to find some normalcy restored to the neighbourhood. It had all the signs of a dying party yet I lingered, fully aware that I would be unable to experience this until the following year. I saw several beauties. Miss T&T was one of them, flawless hair, flawless skin, flawless accent, "career aspirations." I stupidly picked up a free t-shirt that I know I will never wear because it comes down to my knees. I walked in, I said my hellos and as I talked to her, I saw the look in her eyes, that of a mother protecting her offspring. It was then that I realized that I've wronged him and that I continue to do so. She doesn't hate me but I suppose she should for I forgot her, I stole him from her and once broken, I left him to her to gather in her arms to mend.
posted by Moi at 12:19 p.m.
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khasmaan nu khaa!
I've been walking for years. Please visit and walk through Ancient's History and join the POLLS which concern us all.
I would also like to leave you Art of Wire Tree-making.
"To give a person a tree is to give them a present, but to teach a person how to make a tree is a gift for life."
your humble servant,
Ancient Clown
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