I attract vermin, always have and always will.
Twas then when I understood the meaning of that dream I had before this journey began. It was a warning. I knew why I went back home that time, it was to look back upon the things I've done and needed to be evaluated. Thus, there came something new disguised as old, something pure.
I despised my dirty alliance with Lisa; she used me to see if I could summon the unknown, but it was a good lesson, she trained me to awaken this dark side of mine. The more abused I felt, the better. It makes sense now, Droogie, Lisa did it, the dead girl did it and Daniel. How provocation could I possibly take?
"Are you familiar with the term visionary art?" asked Caroline so eloquently.
"I believe so, I think you say it because my art is filled with so much symbolism."
"Yes, I would be proud to introduce you to some fellow artists I know. They would be more than thrilled to join The Thousand."
"Ah, there´s that term again!" I answered.
"Yes, yes, yes, and one day it will sink into your unconscious. I understand we don´t have all the time in the world to discuss it but I will continue to visit you until you decide to join us."
"Be careful, I´m starting to feel sort of harassed..."
"Oh, don´t be ridiculous, Adrian, you can´t ignore us..."
Damn, everything was turning hazy again...I´ll blame it on the liquor, it´s gotta be the liquor...
"Hey, sweet thing, you´ve been lost all night, huh?" said that unforgettable voice of Feivel. It´s beginning to feel a little bit strange me surrounded by all these Jewish people, Caroline seemed to get along with him absolutely well.
"You see, I think it would be an excellent idea that Edward K and Adrian met, don´t you agree, Feivel?"
"This kid is already set to do a thousand things this year! As a matter of fact it turns out to be that the whole joint between Janie and Adrian went so well that he became sort of notorious in Japan. They´re crazy about this whole Year Of The Rabbit thing!"
"Adrian-chan!" An exquisite and quirky oriental girl hugged me knowing I was like her best friend, Janie, she was. She had this pink tutu and a custom made blouse with a picture of a flamingo on it, why did I keep associating this scene with Wonderland? Ah yes, I was supposed to play along, stand up straight, open my mouth a little bit wider and say, "Yes, your Majesty!"
"This time you´ll exhibit with me, and it´s all about what you like best!"
Of course, it all makes sense now, like in my dreams; we´re all rabbits here, but only I am the white one, the only one who can get in and out of this hellhole....hmm, I was beginning to grow weary from too much hopping...
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
"You know you want it...protection, I mean. I offer you the chance to survive in this incredibly obnoxiously cruel world they call high school."
"Why me, why not others?"
"Oh, no big reason, however I do like what you´re doing down there."
"It´s called art, only a few can truly understand it."
"I do, a lot, I think it makes you extra special, besides, you´re not so bad..." Lisa approached me and whispered in my ear with the ease of a child but the malice of cheap girl; "I think you´re destined for greatness and that will definitely see you out of this town soon but to pursue something much better."
"Such as?"
"Well, to be a great painter, of course! Or whatever you are."
"Whatever, whatever?" I said. "You want to help me but then you don´t know me!"
"Not yet, but I know that you´re in danger, how vulnerable you are, someone like you doesn´t stand a chance right here, I even know they call you names..."
Not that, not that...
"Yes, exactly, you do seem to care after all. Just imagine, if those rumors are true then you´re a dead man, Adrian. That´s why if they see you around a girl everything will change..."
"I´m not that kind of person, Lisa! I don´t need to prove anything to anyone!"
"Alright then, you refuse my friendship then you will have to pay, and believe me, things get done very quickly around here with just a snap of my fingers. So what do you say?"
"Fine...just don´t make me do things I don´t like."
"See, this is exactly why Tim and his friends keep talking shitty things about you. Oh, but you don´t have much time to think about it, so join me, join us...Adrian, Adrian..."
"Adrian, will you join us?"
"Oh, excuse me, your words really had a powerful effect on me." I turned my head and was back at the party with Caroline. "Is that so? Then how do you it wasn´t what you were drinking?"
"Good one."
"We´ll have time to talk about The Thousand later, I want you to meet some other people. I believe that´s Mr. Goldberg, your agent, right?"
"Indeed he is, the freaking Queen, or King Of Hearts, perhaps...he owns me."
(continued).
Friday, February 25, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
After this ghostly encounter I talked in private with Ms. King.
My head turned away in fear, but I tried to remain serene. I saw the other me beside this newfound Caroline deviously grinning like the Cheshire Cat all suited up and said, "Yes, tell us Adrian, if you don't mind."
"I must admit I wasn't prepared for this one, "I coughed, "but, um, yes, it has been one of my many projects to form a group of artists, very much like in the old days, and because I've made some rather interesting discoveries recently."
"Ah, excellent, why not?" added Caroline, who didn't looked surprised at all, in fact, she took it rather well. "But, let me tell you a little secret...you're not the only one hunting for The Thousand."
"What?..." I replied. Caroline smiled and gladly continued putting her hands together in a noble gesture, "You see, the idea came originally from my father a few years ago after he discovered that his own art served for other things other than a pretty ornament on your living room, if you know what I mean to say. He always said;
"There's no better joy than to paint among the dead."
It mind sound goulish to some people but the things that this girl helped us with..."
"So that girl was real?"
"Well, she was already there before you and before me. When I was growing up in that loft she tried to talk to me so I would always awake at very specific hours such as 3 AM. She said to me,
"no one ever listens to children, but children always listen to the voices within."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"If you and I and my father had such a powerful connection then you are practically on your way to find The Thousand."
"I still don't understand..."
"Do you like Tarot cards? I bet you do, where else could you have gotten the infinity symbol?"
"That was supposed to be some very profound memory."
"No, it's not, somehow it recombined with the things I know because I showed her these things, the Tree Of Life she drew, inside there are 22 archetypes, and I believe you already created most of them.
The archetypes of the mayor Arcana represent the path to your spiritual quest but you chose the paintings to encrypt all that knowledge. If we are absolutely careful they can become the tools for a new way of faith."
"This is impossible..."
"Impassible perhaps but never impossible ."
"Then what do you want from me, what am I supposed to be or who?"
"Define yourself, who are you?"
Those were mighty powerful words that woke up another dark corner of my teenage memories, something repressed, something painful, and then...
"Who are you?"
"I´m Lisa Summers, but Oh My God, you truly don´t know who I am?"
"Oh yeah, they say you´re the minster´s daughter, right?"
"Yes! You must be Adrian..."
"Why are you after me? NO ONE ever talks to me, usually they leave me alone to my drawing."
"Indeed, but I´m no after you because of that, I came to offer you protection..."
(continued).
My head turned away in fear, but I tried to remain serene. I saw the other me beside this newfound Caroline deviously grinning like the Cheshire Cat all suited up and said, "Yes, tell us Adrian, if you don't mind."
"I must admit I wasn't prepared for this one, "I coughed, "but, um, yes, it has been one of my many projects to form a group of artists, very much like in the old days, and because I've made some rather interesting discoveries recently."
"Ah, excellent, why not?" added Caroline, who didn't looked surprised at all, in fact, she took it rather well. "But, let me tell you a little secret...you're not the only one hunting for The Thousand."
"What?..." I replied. Caroline smiled and gladly continued putting her hands together in a noble gesture, "You see, the idea came originally from my father a few years ago after he discovered that his own art served for other things other than a pretty ornament on your living room, if you know what I mean to say. He always said;
"There's no better joy than to paint among the dead."
It mind sound goulish to some people but the things that this girl helped us with..."
"So that girl was real?"
"Well, she was already there before you and before me. When I was growing up in that loft she tried to talk to me so I would always awake at very specific hours such as 3 AM. She said to me,
"no one ever listens to children, but children always listen to the voices within."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"If you and I and my father had such a powerful connection then you are practically on your way to find The Thousand."
"I still don't understand..."
"Do you like Tarot cards? I bet you do, where else could you have gotten the infinity symbol?"
"That was supposed to be some very profound memory."
"No, it's not, somehow it recombined with the things I know because I showed her these things, the Tree Of Life she drew, inside there are 22 archetypes, and I believe you already created most of them.
The archetypes of the mayor Arcana represent the path to your spiritual quest but you chose the paintings to encrypt all that knowledge. If we are absolutely careful they can become the tools for a new way of faith."
"This is impossible..."
"Impassible perhaps but never impossible ."
"Then what do you want from me, what am I supposed to be or who?"
"Define yourself, who are you?"
Those were mighty powerful words that woke up another dark corner of my teenage memories, something repressed, something painful, and then...
"Who are you?"
"I´m Lisa Summers, but Oh My God, you truly don´t know who I am?"
"Oh yeah, they say you´re the minster´s daughter, right?"
"Yes! You must be Adrian..."
"Why are you after me? NO ONE ever talks to me, usually they leave me alone to my drawing."
"Indeed, but I´m no after you because of that, I came to offer you protection..."
(continued).
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
"It ´s about time you two met," said Debbie in a meaner tone.
"Hello, Adrian, I´m Caroline King".
I fell in a terrible deal of silence.
"I, I´m sorry, for a minute there I lost myself. You are Ms. King?" I replied stumbling in my own words.
"Yes, you might be familiar with Edward K; he is my father and I´ve been his agent for the past five years."
"So, do you still have Ritual in your possession?"
"Of course, I do. I appreciate it greatly." As if I´d casted another demon away, like the image of that little girl, Caroline looked surprisingly different; she was Jewish, she must have been in her twenties, blonde, skinny with a sort long face . She addressed in a very serene tone.
"So you were not aware that my father used to live there?" she continued.
"Not until some time ago...So how did you get here anyway?"
"I always come to these events, in fact that´s where I met Debbie who is a dedicated art collector herself. But you look surprised, Adrian, as I you have seen me before."
"Actually I have, but not this way. I tried to find you but..."
"You never did? I´m awfully sorry, usually I am much too busy be joining any social network; and then I saw you had this little group called The Thousand and I wondered..."
"Yes?" I asked.
"What is it exactly?"
(continued).
"Hello, Adrian, I´m Caroline King".
I fell in a terrible deal of silence.
"I, I´m sorry, for a minute there I lost myself. You are Ms. King?" I replied stumbling in my own words.
"Yes, you might be familiar with Edward K; he is my father and I´ve been his agent for the past five years."
"So, do you still have Ritual in your possession?"
"Of course, I do. I appreciate it greatly." As if I´d casted another demon away, like the image of that little girl, Caroline looked surprisingly different; she was Jewish, she must have been in her twenties, blonde, skinny with a sort long face . She addressed in a very serene tone.
"So you were not aware that my father used to live there?" she continued.
"Not until some time ago...So how did you get here anyway?"
"I always come to these events, in fact that´s where I met Debbie who is a dedicated art collector herself. But you look surprised, Adrian, as I you have seen me before."
"Actually I have, but not this way. I tried to find you but..."
"You never did? I´m awfully sorry, usually I am much too busy be joining any social network; and then I saw you had this little group called The Thousand and I wondered..."
"Yes?" I asked.
"What is it exactly?"
(continued).
Monday, February 21, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
Those rabbit girls...now I was beginning to understand the real dimension of my visions, it was them who were after poor little old me, the better half, the strongest one. Maybe if I opened up they might embrace me fully.
I took Debbie to my new studio, which was still a little bit sketchy and much bigger. It had this huge window shaped like a half moon; I guess it made it more romantic and mystical.
"So why the rabbit?" she asked. It was one of those very few times anyone ever bothered to ask me so my eyes opened wider.
"Ah, because you see I intend to reinvent it as much as I can. Now because I know you´re going to keep asking why I´ll tell you that deep down we´re all rabbits. Helpless creatures which are always seeking to find a safer place in this world, like half of the people who live in this city, as you can see. But you see, they don´t deserve to be alone, they need to have a leader and that´s were I come in. So...
...a long time ago I felt I was helpless and fragile, that I would break like glass. I was born earlier than expected, some say I couldn´t wait to get out into the world. Ironically I was shy as Hell, Mom kept thinking I might be one of those special autistic children but no. I found a way to speak by drawing, it became my most powerful weapon...
"So as the years went by I crafted these things you see as symbols of my faith because most of all I needed strength."
"How cute!" cried Debbie. For a second there I had a flashback in which Edith asked me the same question not so long ago. "But at the same time it´s kinda sad..."
"I´m fragile thus frailty is one of my most attractive features, " I replied taking another sip of absinthe.
"Don´t be so modest! You´re so hot!"
"I don´t think so, not if you get to know me better..."
"Shut up, let´s go back in there, there´s someone who´s dying to meet you." She held my hand and drove me back to the party as if somehow she perceived I was already a little bit woozy and relaxed...please don´t invoke The White Rabbit.
(continued)...
I took Debbie to my new studio, which was still a little bit sketchy and much bigger. It had this huge window shaped like a half moon; I guess it made it more romantic and mystical.
"So why the rabbit?" she asked. It was one of those very few times anyone ever bothered to ask me so my eyes opened wider.
"Ah, because you see I intend to reinvent it as much as I can. Now because I know you´re going to keep asking why I´ll tell you that deep down we´re all rabbits. Helpless creatures which are always seeking to find a safer place in this world, like half of the people who live in this city, as you can see. But you see, they don´t deserve to be alone, they need to have a leader and that´s were I come in. So...
...a long time ago I felt I was helpless and fragile, that I would break like glass. I was born earlier than expected, some say I couldn´t wait to get out into the world. Ironically I was shy as Hell, Mom kept thinking I might be one of those special autistic children but no. I found a way to speak by drawing, it became my most powerful weapon...
"So as the years went by I crafted these things you see as symbols of my faith because most of all I needed strength."
"How cute!" cried Debbie. For a second there I had a flashback in which Edith asked me the same question not so long ago. "But at the same time it´s kinda sad..."
"I´m fragile thus frailty is one of my most attractive features, " I replied taking another sip of absinthe.
"Don´t be so modest! You´re so hot!"
"I don´t think so, not if you get to know me better..."
"Shut up, let´s go back in there, there´s someone who´s dying to meet you." She held my hand and drove me back to the party as if somehow she perceived I was already a little bit woozy and relaxed...please don´t invoke The White Rabbit.
(continued)...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND
Art is like the air i breathe if you deprive it from me I'll choke.
That cry for help morphed into what I see right now as The White Rabbit, he seems like a tiny spirit or spectre in my head.
I feel minimal in this room thus I felt tonight the need to become stronger, how was I to know that such strength would come from inside me in the form of this trickster I would rather prefer to on drugs right now, oh wait, I was.
Blue ambience surrounded me, I was weeping, just like the last time I dreamed these horrid things in this house.
Silly me, I had the desire to go into automatic mode, automatic for the people but not to the one I love, not her! Maybe it was the need to escape all the pressures but they're not that big, no, maybe it was because of my physical weakness. A collection of ailments have been invading me for the last two weeks. This sounded more like summoning the White Rabbit to cover me for the night and I did unconsciously, so if I did this on purpose maybe I could undo it, right?
But no, it seemed that I invoked some kind of mental magic I couldn't control. He was supposed to help me, not to screw up everything.
"Are you talking to yourself, Adrian? You don't need to do that, there's lots of people here!" said some brunette girl with a very short flickering dress.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have been doing something on automatic mode," I said as I held a glass with a very mysterious milky green content.
"I'm sorry?"
"Yes, it's a kind of situation that happens when your unconscious mind is speaking freely."
"Ah, I see...well, I can introduce to other engaging activities."
"Such as?"
"Talking to real life people like myself, of course."
"I'm sorry and who might you be?"
"I'm Debbie, Droogie's cousin? I actually went to your show last year and told her about you, I guess you can call it some kind of accidental matchmaker."
"Do you always do that for her?"
"Oh no! Don't get me wrong, it's just that we're so used to be around you know, artsy people, that's all."
"Artsy people, how come you're not dating some random rockstar?"
"Oh, we can do that any day of the week! But seriously, we' re just like, you know, talent scouts."
"You want me so badly to join your sinister group?"
"Well, it's not that we're forcing you or anything like that," said this wide eyed girl.
"I know, but you seem very inviting that it looks like an offer I can't refuse. By the way, you are aware that I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, that's not a problem but she's gotta understand that your life is never gonna be like, like..."
"Predictable and boring just like everybody else's?"
"Well, yes, but, if you don't mind me asking this, what is she doing in your life?"
Suddenly there came a flashback, about three years ago when I just started dating Edith. I brought her over to my place and we discussed this over dinner.
"I don't deserve to be around you, I'm sorry." I said.
"Why are you saying that? You're acting as if you had very low self-esteem." said she.
"No, it's not that, I'm being totally open and sincere."
"Actually the way I see it is that you're judging yourself very heavily, how did you ever come to this conclusion?"
I gave a deep, deep sigh and hoped that she'd dumped me as fast as she could, but then, "I was texted recently, and..."
"And..."
"It's an old wound that hasn't closed yet. An ex."
"And..."
"It's not a girl."
"Oh...oh..."
"Don't hate me, but it was just a phase..."
"And when were you gonna tell me this?"
"This is the part that I hate the most when I'm around girls like you."
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You're so much more different and I feel safe around you, really safe, but keeping him out of my life is not gonna be that simple. I want you for all the right reasons."
"I don't hate you, Adrian, an ex is an ex, it's just a little awkward that you jumped from one type of relationship to another like a 360 degree spin or something. I would just ask you one thing though, why me?"
"Because I feel things with you that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I've been living in neglect, self destroying and emotionally crashing all the goddamn time. But then you came along it was like a blessing and I appreciate little things like those. You're the best thing that has happened to me so far. And to show you I'm really serious I'd be willing to make you a portrait."
"And how does that change anything?"
"Because everyone who knows my work knows that I don't normally do it because I'm too superstitious."
"Well, if you did that I'd be flattered but you sure have a weird way of showing that you really care about me."
"And did you paint her portrait?" said Debbie staring at me as if she was glued to my conversation. We went upstairs to the handsomely decorated rooftop.
"No, I didn't; she stopped talking to me for weeks, I guess the thing that scared her off was the fact that I was bi."
"That's reasonable, but I think that makes you super extra special, or sexy, even..."
"So what made her come back to you?"
"Oh...that's a story for another day. I just wanna forget tonight."
"Al-right!" cried Debbie as she reached out to hug me like I was some sort of paternal figure, how old was she anyway?
That cry for help morphed into what I see right now as The White Rabbit, he seems like a tiny spirit or spectre in my head.
I feel minimal in this room thus I felt tonight the need to become stronger, how was I to know that such strength would come from inside me in the form of this trickster I would rather prefer to on drugs right now, oh wait, I was.
Blue ambience surrounded me, I was weeping, just like the last time I dreamed these horrid things in this house.
Silly me, I had the desire to go into automatic mode, automatic for the people but not to the one I love, not her! Maybe it was the need to escape all the pressures but they're not that big, no, maybe it was because of my physical weakness. A collection of ailments have been invading me for the last two weeks. This sounded more like summoning the White Rabbit to cover me for the night and I did unconsciously, so if I did this on purpose maybe I could undo it, right?
But no, it seemed that I invoked some kind of mental magic I couldn't control. He was supposed to help me, not to screw up everything.
"Are you talking to yourself, Adrian? You don't need to do that, there's lots of people here!" said some brunette girl with a very short flickering dress.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have been doing something on automatic mode," I said as I held a glass with a very mysterious milky green content.
"I'm sorry?"
"Yes, it's a kind of situation that happens when your unconscious mind is speaking freely."
"Ah, I see...well, I can introduce to other engaging activities."
"Such as?"
"Talking to real life people like myself, of course."
"I'm sorry and who might you be?"
"I'm Debbie, Droogie's cousin? I actually went to your show last year and told her about you, I guess you can call it some kind of accidental matchmaker."
"Do you always do that for her?"
"Oh no! Don't get me wrong, it's just that we're so used to be around you know, artsy people, that's all."
"Artsy people, how come you're not dating some random rockstar?"
"Oh, we can do that any day of the week! But seriously, we' re just like, you know, talent scouts."
"You want me so badly to join your sinister group?"
"Well, it's not that we're forcing you or anything like that," said this wide eyed girl.
"I know, but you seem very inviting that it looks like an offer I can't refuse. By the way, you are aware that I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, that's not a problem but she's gotta understand that your life is never gonna be like, like..."
"Predictable and boring just like everybody else's?"
"Well, yes, but, if you don't mind me asking this, what is she doing in your life?"
Suddenly there came a flashback, about three years ago when I just started dating Edith. I brought her over to my place and we discussed this over dinner.
"I don't deserve to be around you, I'm sorry." I said.
"Why are you saying that? You're acting as if you had very low self-esteem." said she.
"No, it's not that, I'm being totally open and sincere."
"Actually the way I see it is that you're judging yourself very heavily, how did you ever come to this conclusion?"
I gave a deep, deep sigh and hoped that she'd dumped me as fast as she could, but then, "I was texted recently, and..."
"And..."
"It's an old wound that hasn't closed yet. An ex."
"And..."
"It's not a girl."
"Oh...oh..."
"Don't hate me, but it was just a phase..."
"And when were you gonna tell me this?"
"This is the part that I hate the most when I'm around girls like you."
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You're so much more different and I feel safe around you, really safe, but keeping him out of my life is not gonna be that simple. I want you for all the right reasons."
"I don't hate you, Adrian, an ex is an ex, it's just a little awkward that you jumped from one type of relationship to another like a 360 degree spin or something. I would just ask you one thing though, why me?"
"Because I feel things with you that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I've been living in neglect, self destroying and emotionally crashing all the goddamn time. But then you came along it was like a blessing and I appreciate little things like those. You're the best thing that has happened to me so far. And to show you I'm really serious I'd be willing to make you a portrait."
"And how does that change anything?"
"Because everyone who knows my work knows that I don't normally do it because I'm too superstitious."
"Well, if you did that I'd be flattered but you sure have a weird way of showing that you really care about me."
"And did you paint her portrait?" said Debbie staring at me as if she was glued to my conversation. We went upstairs to the handsomely decorated rooftop.
"No, I didn't; she stopped talking to me for weeks, I guess the thing that scared her off was the fact that I was bi."
"That's reasonable, but I think that makes you super extra special, or sexy, even..."
"So what made her come back to you?"
"Oh...that's a story for another day. I just wanna forget tonight."
"Al-right!" cried Debbie as she reached out to hug me like I was some sort of paternal figure, how old was she anyway?
Monday, November 1, 2010
WICKED
I'm not an idiot although some people may have that opinion about me. After having spent an interesting afternoon with my festive newfound friend Fly and his fetish loving ex-girlfriend´s pics to my surprise Edith had a rather strange suggestion.
WICKED, YOU KNOW THAT MUSICAL, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN IT?
"Heard of it but not really, never liked musicals..."
YEAH, BUT I THINK YOU HAVEN´T GOT SCARED ENOUGH; YOU NEED SOME PASSION INJECTED IN YOUR VEINS.
"Aha! Now I´m not passionate enough, " I said amazed at Edith´s little speech. I liked what she had on, kinda of a laced black tank top, and no, she didn´t feel cold at all.
YOU WON´T FEEL SORRY, I PROMISE. HERE´S TO A MAGICAL EVENING YOU WON´T FORGET.
"Do I really ignite the dark side of you, girl?" I said as I crossed my arms. We were standing in our puny, cozy kitchen.
"You always do. Besides, this is the best way to avoid all that holiday blues since you prefer to stay inside most of the time," she answered as she hogged a tiny bowl of cheese.
"Really? I think you got your holiday´s crossed for some weird reason."
NO I DON´T. IT´S JUST THAT I LIKE TO BE ORIGINAL EVERY NOW AND THEN, CAN´T YOU TELL?
"I think you´re starting to sicken from my extravagance and you know there´s only one way to solve this..."
OH, NO, NOT AGAIN.
"Yes..." I added cynically. Next I went to one of my private sanctuaries; the wine cellar. She wasn´t very fond of drinking heavy stuff so I treated her to some exotic absinthe, because you know what they say, "absinthe makes the heart grow fonder." I only used in case of emergency, you know, for when there´s a huge need for inspiration. One sip and the world is yours.
OK...NOW IF FEEL IN THE MOOD.
"You should know that this has about roughly about 60% alcohol, but I´ve had stronger shit."
IT´S LOVELY, STILL, WHAT´S IN IT?
"It´s mostly composed of aromatic flowers, chamomile and licorice, I prefer when the licorice kicks in."
ARE YOU TRYING TO KNOCK ME OUT?
I laughed so relaxed, "No...I´m doing some of my own magic..."
OK, LET´S GO BEFORE I GO INSANE...
So she convinced me in the end to make this a sinister night surrounded by singing witches, let them sing me to sleep so that I may have some very wicked dreams...
WICKED, YOU KNOW THAT MUSICAL, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN IT?
"Heard of it but not really, never liked musicals..."
YEAH, BUT I THINK YOU HAVEN´T GOT SCARED ENOUGH; YOU NEED SOME PASSION INJECTED IN YOUR VEINS.
"Aha! Now I´m not passionate enough, " I said amazed at Edith´s little speech. I liked what she had on, kinda of a laced black tank top, and no, she didn´t feel cold at all.
YOU WON´T FEEL SORRY, I PROMISE. HERE´S TO A MAGICAL EVENING YOU WON´T FORGET.
"Do I really ignite the dark side of you, girl?" I said as I crossed my arms. We were standing in our puny, cozy kitchen.
"You always do. Besides, this is the best way to avoid all that holiday blues since you prefer to stay inside most of the time," she answered as she hogged a tiny bowl of cheese.
"Really? I think you got your holiday´s crossed for some weird reason."
NO I DON´T. IT´S JUST THAT I LIKE TO BE ORIGINAL EVERY NOW AND THEN, CAN´T YOU TELL?
"I think you´re starting to sicken from my extravagance and you know there´s only one way to solve this..."
OH, NO, NOT AGAIN.
"Yes..." I added cynically. Next I went to one of my private sanctuaries; the wine cellar. She wasn´t very fond of drinking heavy stuff so I treated her to some exotic absinthe, because you know what they say, "absinthe makes the heart grow fonder." I only used in case of emergency, you know, for when there´s a huge need for inspiration. One sip and the world is yours.
OK...NOW IF FEEL IN THE MOOD.
"You should know that this has about roughly about 60% alcohol, but I´ve had stronger shit."
IT´S LOVELY, STILL, WHAT´S IN IT?
"It´s mostly composed of aromatic flowers, chamomile and licorice, I prefer when the licorice kicks in."
ARE YOU TRYING TO KNOCK ME OUT?
I laughed so relaxed, "No...I´m doing some of my own magic..."
OK, LET´S GO BEFORE I GO INSANE...
So she convinced me in the end to make this a sinister night surrounded by singing witches, let them sing me to sleep so that I may have some very wicked dreams...
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