I live in a reality devoid of laws of physics. Reality lacking the dynamics and exaggerating the force of gravity. I open my mouth to say “¡Me gustas!” and hear “¡Y tú quién te crees que eres?”. Because of covenants. Because of how the wave propagates in the medium. Because science has discovered a new law and everyone needs to bring everyone’s denominators to their simplest form before the departure of matching patterns. And covenants. Oh, and bikes too.
Yeah, I’ve got a bike – the best, the fastest, the most turbo fucking ever! – mainly because it’s black and grey and cyprable™ as hell but I’m sure it has some other pros too. Only its geometry is wrong (even when it’s never wrong because it’s the geometry, doh!) but I like it anyway! And it diverts an unwanted attention from unfounded arithmetic of Heisenberg’s principle. A scientist with a bicycle is twice a warrior within: he knows where he is, knows how fast he goes, still can’t know both but now has the force of assumptions on a scale of 32 kilometres per hour with a minimum of 4.46 kilometre per day. Yeah, it’s those passing magnets brilliance, very complicated stuff, don’t make me explain.
Damn those magnets! Force field in the chocolate Eye permanently destroyed my inner circuit. What would she make of tinsel? I’d put all my self-being on a stake and call nothing. How come this Eye’s so great? Tinsel and make-up – both not her thing – how cool is that? Instead of trinkets she takes the reddest rose and jelly beans. Well, rose not so, not lately. To much of roses maybe? Yeah… Short thoughts, brief thoughts, nothoughts.
A kiss is this weird thing (like a kiwi bird). Why does it change everything? Why does not a touch? A whisper? Or farting in someone’s face? Actually, farting may change a lot but on an irrelevant matter – still funny. And kiss is kind of touchy. How can I ever agree for anyone else, anyone less than her? And why is respect seen as a puncture of desperation? Why does a man have to wait three days to hear about how all her girlfriends said he wouldn’t call? Is being truthful against some kind of code? Mating season, part II: The Art of War. Act or lose. Fuck it.
I give up. White flag on the wind. The Eye may be half closed – I don’t care any more. About this shiny wide open chocolate breadspread Eye.
Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!
