My hormonal balance, or notes of preoccupied

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

(spring extravaganza)

Mad cow disease, absolutely harmless for vegetarians, suddenly spread to the whole ornithological world. The sun has not yet risen, and the birds outside the window are already screaming like crazy.

Their noise woke me up much earlier than the alarm clock had planned.

Tired of showing dreams overnight, the left and right hemispheres of my brain began vying with each other to ask smart, global, stupid, petty questions and questions.

Why is the sun shining so brightly, reflected in the windows of the houses opposite?

Is it really good for me or am I dead?

Is the fridge full of beer or is it time to defrost it?

Why is it all erotica "on hand" in our video distribution, and should I, a lonely bear, leave my usual den, hatched over the winter?

"What? Where? When?", "Who is to blame?" and "What to do?"

Something has changed in the world. Something has changed. And more … I still could not wake up.

When, the morning shower, refreshing the body and warming the soul, pierced the darkness of my cranium with a ringing needle, then I realized what was the matter.

And when the brown berets of the special forces of coffee beans, hooting and squealing, burst into the basements of my mind overflowing with dusty ghosts, I immediately figured out everything.

Well, when the cold fish of my thoughts, slowly moving their gills, huddled in a tight school, together rushed to spawn, I finally realized what had happened.

I understood! It's simple. Spring came.

Into the street, into the air, "To Moscow! To Moscow!", "To the village, to my aunt! Off the beaten path! To Saratov!"

An elevator is not needed on such a day, and flights of stairs, they are for this purpose and flights to fly over them.

Ferromones and girls swarm in the glassy spring air!

Childhood and happiness flow through the smells.

You suddenly look at the sky, squinting. Solarization of the retina of the eyes, by force, without blinking, for a long time. You feel - the benefit flows along the optic nerves. Directly into the brain.

The crooked Ostankino tower suddenly stopped touching the sky, because it flew up to an unattainable height, squeezed upward by the air warmed up in the sun.

Spring bursts in, spring, without asking anyone about anything, takes its place in our world.

"Spring is coming! Spring is the way!"

"Do not be sad - crunch", and the men, cracking their cervical vertebrae, roll their necks.

"This is how we wear caps, because this is how we drink our beer", and also - it is easier for us to kiss this way.

"My mom makes coffee, maybe …". May be. Maybe not coffee at all, and not my mom, and not mom at all. Maybe she's not brewing coffee at all! Maybe the love potion is boiling in her coffee machine. Drink today and … the end of the old world. Take a sip now and, after only a few months, "the last summer of childhood" will whistle past in the agony of pre-wedding fever.

The hormones in the blood of women and men, like particles with opposite charges, attract them to each other. Bubbling and seething in the arteries and veins, fate is madly forging.

A glimpse, one word, and that's it.

Love, passion, spring …

On New Year's Eve - come into the world, your children, Spring!