Damn full of holes

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

Reality after unhappy love

I threw it … Not news. Girls, just like guys, leave some and go to others. However, in this case, to solve philosophical questions: are all women - bitches, and men - goats, the lot of the narrow-minded.

How do I answer the dumb question mark hanging on my wall next to my bed:"

Some psychologist will say that this is, of course, a tragedy, that you were abandoned, but not a drama yet, and therefore it’s not a fig to dissolve, you need to enjoy life. You can sublimate annoyance in different ways, including enjoying life. There are other options as well. First, you can hang yourself. Secondly, go to the railway station and unload a couple of wagons. It helps too. You can do nothing at all. Time is a wonderful healer. Yes, such is the property of the human psyche. In a word, there are plenty of ways to get rid of the blues (to anyone - unhappy love). To me, however, all this is not high. I reanimated myself in a different way. Do you want me to tell you?

She let me down on all available articles. Only yesterday I confessed my love so passionately and suddenly today - on you, dear, so that life does not seem like raspberries …

A strange thing - drowsiness appears. It turns out that there is no need to fight with it. Not on your nelly. It’s the defense mechanisms that work. They block the consciousness, which is done so badly from unhappy love that the hand immediately pulls for a blade or a rope with soap. Well, I collapsed on the bed at 7 o'clock in the evening. Passed out in five minutes. The priests are holy, what a dream. I am walking with her on the road, and she is in camouflage uniform. And as if she didn't want to go with me. Then I light a cigarette and turn in the opposite direction. She, of course, is surprised that I don't throw myself at my feet, but she doesn't stop …

And then some coffins dream, and Natalya Medvedeva sings in my dream: "Take me, take …"

The morning of the evening is wiser, the storytellers said, and not at all in vain. I woke up at one in the morning, there was nothing to do, until four in the morning you can now gouge out your eyes, but they will not return to sleep. This is my personal physiology. Hmmm, from 1 am to 4 am - the perfect time to commit suicide. Glory to the Almighty, I love myself unbearably, and therefore I will not cut the same veins twice. The scars are already painfully noticeable. Having smoked a cigarette, I decided to … bake pancakes. Honestly, that you are laughing … Whatever you think, but this is a whole cult of the sun. The ancient Slavs came up with. The subconscious mind perceives the act of eating pancakes as eating a luminary: the more you eat, the lighter it becomes inside. And so I got carried away with this process, do you know that my two cats, who participated in inner enlightenment through pancakes with me, could no longer take a step. Both looked like two cats on the last day of pregnancy. Such delicious pancakes turned out for me. I looked like a woman in labor with a belly at six months. It's hard, however. I sympathize with you women.

Now I will definitely not hang with such a belly - no rope will hold up. Holding on to the wall, I stomp to the TV without sudden movements. The most powerful psychotherapeutic tool.

Button 1. The series "Poltergeist"

A girl wakes up in the morgue, who is now not even a girl at all, but a real vampire. He comes up to the deaf doctor from behind and screams just above his ear: "yyAAAaa". The doctor sat and sits. Deaf after all. Well, the vampire does not appease the second time: "yuAAAaa". Here the doctor, out of spite, will smudge this vampire with a two-volume "Syphilis in Pictures". Vampire, bam, and it fell out. One ash remained.

Next frame.

Gloomy dungeon. Candles are burning. Uncle hanging. Unconscious. Nearby a girl (still a girl) and a vampire are talking:

- You will be mine.

- When?

- When you drink the blood of this person.

- Is that all?

- No, then I will give you a drink of my blood, and you will become immortal.

- WOW! Super!

Well, you fool, there is mad cow disease in Europe, and she agrees to sip blood from everyone in a row.

But then the hanging man woke up and said:

- I love you…

The woman, apparently, was naive, immediately believed him and cut off the head of the vampire. Immediately I changed the makeup in the next shot and ran to the meadow to sniff buttercups with daisies.

Voice-over: "How strange, we can so imperceptibly change what we believe in, hurting our loved ones."

Shut up, you fool. I'm sick without you. Would drink now blood from anyone, and fumigated from mad cow disease, a vampire unfinished.

Button 2. Black and white cinema with the participation of Nonna Mordyukova

- You are a good man, but not an eagle …

No, of course, which one of me is an eagle? At best, a pink flamingo …

So I would sit watching this TV. I have 2000 buttons on the remote and they all show different channels. But during a nuclear war, electricity must be conserved …

Wah … And there the dawn begins. My pancake climbed over the horizon. What a purple-scarlet sky, and the stars are still visible … And they blink so kindly that I don't want to wake up at all …

How t-h-o-o …