Saturday, September 1, 2012

Life under the rock

Sometimes the world comes to slap you around with a large trout. It leaves you feeling cold and stingy and wondering if you really deserved it.

I find it quite annoying to talk about my life, wondering what people will say/think/gossip about it. It's a bit frustrating and makes me feel that the trout is completely undeserved. Still, one does enjoy rambling about oneself from time to time. And guess what I'm here for, eh?

It is however my understanding that, in order to actually feel good about yourself talking (about yourself, but not necessarily), you first need someone to hear you out. And technically, people randomly stumbling upon your rants are extremely rare. "Oh, this person has interesting views and lots of things in common with me. But I just live under a rock and can't let myself maybe embarrass myself by leaving a nice comment here." And they just skip on to the other interesting site they wanted to visit. I know it happens. I did that today.

So, technically, who could come and read all the string of words you've written? Well, your friends, if you actually had any. Great job at living under that rock! In this case, you can try to urge your workmates/classmates to come read the new amazing thing you just spewed on your blog. Or, then again, you could just develop multiple personalities, some of them your undying fans, others your severe critics, others simple passers-by, wondering who the hell is that nut case.

It's never easy and not really effective to chat with your dog, although she might enjoy it. Or is that just for the treats?

Anyway, I have been greening my thumbs lately, pruning the hibiscus, making plans of stealing a little stem off a rose in the garden... I like plants and I enjoy growing them, but where I live now there is very little sunlight during the day (and even less during the night), so I need something that doesn't really depend on photosynthesis... Wish me luck finding such a house plant, heh!

Well, I would say enough chitter-chatter. Salutations from under the rock!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Bitesize fiction. Roundabout

Roundabout
12 nov 2006

I've seen them. The images.

The ones they subliminally send us in our dreams, I've seen them last night.

I had been staring into the blur at my feet, at times water, at times a ruffled carpet. After a while they started to take shape and to flow gently over the edge. You know, the world is flat. Of course you know, they have been lying to us. You know, but you deny it.

Maybe it's hot, we haven't paid the heating in months. Nothing unusual, nobody pays; we use our own souls to warm each other up. The ones alone just lived as statues. I had one in my room, she was beautiful, but very very proud, so I kept her in a box.

It is hot. So why not? But why indeed? I raked my mind until the layers of flesh were gone and I could think clearly. Ah, yes, it was you...

Pay up. Nothing. You idiot, don't scream!

No, I didn't know about your bleeding eye. I like it, I really do. Mind if I keep it as a souvenir? But, no, it's not like that... I tell you, the world is flat.

So then, why not? Why not, indeed?

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Long time, long time...

Dear world,

How have you been? I have been away from this place and I find it a bit foreign and childish now, though perhaps I still haven't grown up too much since I've last been here.

I'm sitting here now, in front of the keyboard, like old times, thinking the keys are still too noisy and too hard to press. There are two barrels o' slime next to me, a few "look under the cap" bottle caps and a lot of indescribable junk.

Why am I back? Who knows? Am I going to come back more often? Again, who knows? Is there anyone out there who still remembers me? Who will say "hey, how have you been?"

As you can see, I am in quite a selfish and pouty mood, which really won't help the overall atmosphere of this little blog.

Anyway, as things go, this is still my little corner so come if you want, read what you like, say what you will, I will still always grin.

Nobody's,
The crocodile
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