VOLUME 2 MAIN DISHES

chapter 4
To kill or to be killed? a series of unfortunate conversations or The melancholic death of all patatoes
My sister is finally sitting. So is the future crisis.
SISTER -I love this sushi, it's so tasty! What are you having by the way?
DAD -Something full fat! What's new?
SISTER -Oh well, the site is going great, we have 150 members till now and i rescued a cat on Thursday,it was amazing!Mmmmm...isn't it a bit cold in here, or is it just me?
GRANNY -(Just you,you sexy thing!)
MUM -I think i am ok,we have the heating on,don't we?
DAD -Well yeah sure.
SISTER -Can we turn the air condition on as well?
MUM -Won't it be too much?(i feel it in my fingers, i feel it i my toes, war is all around me and everywhere i go)
BRO -Yeah probably. (here we go!)
ME -We can try it, i guess, if necessary. (and i mean if tottally necessary)
SISTER -Yes please i am freezing, how can you be ok? i don't uderstand you guys.
MUM -(Neither do we).Ok we can turn it on at 23 degrees.
SISTER -27?
MUM -25.no more.i can't stand the heat.
SISTER -28?
MUM -You' ll be ok with 25, trust me.
Mum adjusts the air conditioning at 25,then takes her place at the table again.
SISTER -Who taught you to cook?(they look delicious but today i'm eating sushi)
MUM - My first fiancee's mother.
SISTER -Oh! Didn't you cook?
GRANNY -No not much,never loved it trully.
SISTER -Neither did my mum.She only fried patatoes.
DAD -I grew up with fried patatoes, it was my best.(let us avoid all conspiracies from within for today i feel uniquely unfamilliar)
SISTER -Yes but you were living in a cave! On the other hand so was i when you divorced mum and she went for masters.
DAD -(Everybody knows that, so what?)You were with your grandma!
SISTER -Were we?
BRO -I wasn't involved.
SISTER -(put the blame on me bro) You were there .(we used to talk back then,snif!).
That's the point where my aunt felt the urgent need to urinate which is no big deal had she not stepped on the dog(well.... allow me to be frank, he was severely beaten by his previous owners ,he is violent and you will not like him,the gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled, you will not like him now and you will like him a good deal less as he bites on).

BRO -JESUS! (wow!you got a tiger in your house.)
GRANNY -Someone do something!(the bell tolls for you honey)
ME -Muuuuum! (is that how you trained him?)
DAD -Fucking dog!He's sooo strong! I knew we should castrate the bastard!
MUM -He's not a bastard he's a genuine puddel. (i'm the only one who loves him truly)
AUNT -AAAAAAaaaah! (what the hec are you talking about?)
SISTER -That was it, that was his prologue,the dog does not want us to like him!

What follows is a scene in fast forward where everybody tries to save my aunt from the teeth of him who shall not be named(or stepped on).A voice is heard from within the croud
SISTER -Where are the bandages?
MUM -In the 3rd shelf on the left,behind the pills.
SISTER -Which pills?
MUM -The antidepression ones...the..the...sleeping pills i mean.Get them quick!
Amongst the fast forwarded croud a large figure in floral pink is slowing till it reaches normal speed,it's my sister heading towards the bathroom but making a small turn to reinforce the warm familly atmosphere...

They get back at the table. A red tweed skirt and a pair of tights is drying on the armchair. My aunt is totally speachless. She is wearing several bandages on her hand and one of my mums skirts. She starts crying, soon she is shudering.
AUNT -I feel so ashamed!I never thought this day whould come!I want to dye!
GRANNY - No you don't, you'll just start dealing with it, like we all do.
AUNT -You do?You never told me!
GRANNY -Well...(whispering) i thought pampers was inappropriate an issue for a widow
DAD -Since we are talking of death, why did you tell your mum you want her to die?
SISTER -I just said i'll be very happy when she does. I'll feel easy, breasy, beautifull, now she is choking me.
BRO - Don't you think you got it a bit too far sis?
ME -You told her that? SISTER -I did indeed.
MUM -Sound's nice right?
ME -Not nice, just incredible. SISTER - It is.
MUM -Incredible?
SISTER -I just want to clarify it wasn't ment to sound incredible.
ME -What was it meant to sound like?I'm curious.
BRO -Grotesque! GRANNY-Curiosity killed the cat.
SISTER -Credibility is important, i wanted to shock her.
MUM -I don't believe we are having this conversation on this day,i don't! GRANNY-Me neither, it's such a hot day for such an issue!
AUNT -(looking at the salad) Is that this french climacteric salad? i mean climax with croutons?
DAD -Yes (gazing at my mum) I mean no it's 'la salade de la periode'.
BRO -You mean seasonal dad (Are you insolent or what?)
ME -It has nothing to do with days mum
MUM -Yes it has, i have been taking .... antidepression pills for a month now and i can't find any peace.
ME -Are they the light ones or the tough ones?You know you..
MUM -The tough ones.
SISTER -Have you asked a doctor if they are appropriate?
ME -I think it's irresponsible to take them without the doctor's permission,they could harm you. A friend's mum was taking stuff as well and then she found out they were bad and started taking Ladose wich are natural, based on plants and she is better.You can try them.
MUM -You know why i take them?
ME -No why?(You take them for me.)
MUM -I take them for you.
ME -So did she, she took them for her son
SISTER -I knew it! They always try to make you feel guilty! What about him?
ME -Shut up you motherkiller!(The guy was gay! )Mum this is a stupid thing to do and the reason is totally morronic.(What is the reason?)
MUM -What have you to say to all that love? Or are you just staring at the ceiling as always? Maybe you should go to work now honey! You! Yes it's you i'm talking to! Don't you look at me ! !(she says, looking ahead of her, then turns to face him, a thin grey line is starting from under the table ) Look at me! Look at me if you dare! I don't believe it !You are smoking!(he looks at her)
DAD -No i'm not (pause) What if i am?
MUM -It will kill you! Oh my god! I can't breath! I feel asphyxiated! It's the smoke!
(FILLET -Are we back at the oven?)
DAD -No, it's the heat honey
(FILLET -I love honey...i can't see though..is it..?)
AUNT -Maybe it's the urine.(still sobbing)
(PATATOES-I'm afraid ...i'll puke!)The patatoes are slowly turning green.
GRANNY -Oh come on! Stop pittying yourself !He's right, it's the heat.
MUM -What heat? I hope you don't mean...

ME -Body heat, it's a movie by Casdan something...i can't recall ,never mind
BRO -He's not talking of that one, he's refering to the one with Pacino and Deniro, right dad?(we have to do something)
DAD -Exactly, but any simillarities with the dinner scene there, shouldn't be seriously taken.Hehe! What you should do is... Remember remember the 25th of december,there is no reason that the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot,right?
BRO -(Oh my god he lost it!) V for VENDETA!
mum - V for Vegina, and we'r looking at it! I'm bored of playing hide and seek all the time .(she takes a patato and chews happily) It kicks ass !(she says loudly)
Mum stands up and starts picking up everyone's plates
MUM -I guess you're all finished and ready for dessert ,am i right? (she wasn't, in fact i was about to have a bite but she tenderly got my fork down)
She dissapears in the kitchen, then the dark corridor, then comes back.
MUM -Ice cream everybody.
The heat is somewhat familliar with us, she's like a surname to our familly or even better, like a signature. But now we are entering unknown territory, the script calls for an unfamilliar atmosphere. Tullu Heat!

VOLUME 3 DESSERT
chapter 5
Scorpio Rising-Your hands around my throat.
ME -I'll turn the radio on, alright everyone?
BRO -Festen your seatbelts! This is your commander speaking, we are flying at 300feet and are approaching dessert territory,hehe!
ME -Hahahaha!

AUNT -Can you get me my jacket please?

ME -Your lifejacket you mean?Ladies and getlemen although it seems highly incredible, we are being highjacked. Kidding! Here you go.
The radio is always a determining factor on all events so now we are listening to Screaming Jay Hawkings's 'I put a spell on you'. Oh! i forgot to specify that this cozy atmosphere is taking place while everybody is waiting for the ice-cream to defreeze...

and BEEP !
SISTER -I think i heard a sound.
AUNT -Me too.
ME - I haven't heard a thing.
BRO -Me neither.
GRANNY-I heard it too.
DAD -It must be my cell.
MUM -No it's not.
The sound is heard again, in continuity.
MUM -It ressembles a 'low battery signal'
AUNT -Exactly!
BRO -Who forgot to charge?
ME -(singing)'I put a charge on you, because you're mine. Stop the things you do. What's up? I ain't lying'.(stops singing) Me neither.I'm up, it's my cell.
I stand up and the comedy starts.
MUM -I doubt it love.This sound reminds me of your handycam low battery signal. AUNT-What's a hadycam?
The obscure object of desire that always stood up for me, felt insulted and stopped signaling.
ME -(Am i carrying a handycam or am i just happy to see you?) Have you any evidence on the case Sherlock?
MUM -I do Jack. It's on top of a tripod right behind the large segoya.
ME -Oh that! It's an excercise for class, fight in interior spaces.
SISTER -I don't believe you ve been filming us all this time!(she starts crying and trying to hide her face with her fake fur coat)
All members turn simultanously to face the hidden camera.
ME -You're right i haven't ,it's digital !
SISTER -You are paranoid! Just like dad!
ME -I take it for a compliment coming from you.
Dad is discretely smilling.(at the camera)
AUNT -This is mad,why are you doing that? (screaming towards the camera)
GRANNY-(towards the camera) I hate the way the wrinkles look in the movies ,you should have told us.(turning at her plate and trying to hide her face with a hanchatchief .) Oh! i feel so ashamed. It's like a reality show.
ME -It is in a way, but with a better casting.
MUM -I hate being framed this way. DAD -It is indeed a bizzare frame,very general with the plant as a 'premier plan'.Looks like a jungle!
MUM - Sometimes i can't understand whose child are you. Probably not mine though.
DAD -Wich reminds me of that time back when i was..
ME - What does that have to do with anything?You 've been analysing it 20 years now. Get to the point.
DAD - a student of architecture and while a prefect.. BRO -Is that an anagram for perfect? DAD -That too, anyway we were sent at this old village to..
(Granny and bro stand up discretlly to visit the sofa, they put on their jackets and scarfs and then back at the table. Mum who always felt at home with the cold and is presently busy with her argumentation speech stays seated, so do i who is unconvensional in general).
MUM -I just don't recognise your behaviour as any achievement of mine. You have nothing to do with my 20year contribution.
DAD -(vaguelly heard)..research on a special kind of. . . hmff . . .never mind. Girls it's getting cold in here.
ME -Right ,but wich 'me' are you reffering to?Cause when we first met, you already had the Dr.Jekyl and Mr.Hyde syndrome and were happy to give birth to a future patient ,thinking you'd be friends. On the other hand i tottaly understand it's a very lonely job being with dad and having no friends, who can blame you?Respect to you for the sacrifice,although this isn't exactly matching with unconditional love, written on the dictionary, under the term mother.

AUNT -Sorry to interrupt but the ice cream is starting to melt...

Everybody is eating the ice cream soup and shivering silently.


SHIVERING?

sinking in a world of violence and terror our dear heroes are left to bring this meeting to an end.what will they do?

next episode THE DARK KNIGHT ON A DIET

Diakopi gia diafimiseis-parte coka-fola kai top-porn kai prosdethite.To deipno sto tsirko sinnexizetai me nea epeisodia.Pros to paron...

Oi ethelontes pethainoun prowra.
Thelei prosoxi o ethelontismos giati katastrefei to derma, to sperma kai ta neura an ginetai xwris metro kai kuriws otan den xes gia poion douleueis.Ama ethisteis kiolas gama to.Kai oxi ton giati ton-auton-me toso ethelontismo pou na ton gamiseis(?)(an k profanws esu erwta thes oxi sex alliws tha douleues se diafimistiki),sinithizei stis iperories xwris pliromi kai den einai kan eugnwmon.aaaaaa matia mou ta theles kai ta pathes na gineis ethelontria se festival peiramatikou erwta xwris pollu proswpiko.
ap ti mia... Pote den katafera pragmatika na koimithw mazi sou,isws ftaiei to krevati,isws to strwma,isws to sentoni,isws egw...isws esu alla o upnos den einai diathesimos parakalw afiste munima meta ton tono.Opote afisa:
'Egw s'agapw kai su roxalizeis, ti alligoria einai afti?'

ap tin alli
Ain't no manhood strange,ain't no complex wide ,ain't no woman kitch enough baby,if u need me kiss me no matter who we are no matter how far,just kiss my lips i'll be there in a hurry you don't have to worry.Cause ain't no manhood strange enough ,ain't no complex wide enough,ain't no woman kitch enough to keep me from getting to you babe.

The pscychopath dinner gathering
a theatrical play (if not, a circus could do as well)

characters : dad, the sister, the brother,me, mum, grandmum, aunt
Christmas eve at mr.2Cool2Btrue's house..


VOLUME 1-FINGERFOOD

chapter 1
the elders, the dad, his wife and her daughter

My mum is running around the place for 12 plates full of tasty meaty or fishy combinations are waiting to be transported at the table for sacrifice.
-Noooooo! I 'm not waiting! I don't wanna go! I'm not ready to die! screams the fillet aux pommes de terre
-Me neither ! said the solmon in his gravlaxlas sause.I thought it would be fun but..... Lllook! she's coming!she's coming!she's gonna take a bite! My god i'll faint!
-Shut up you cunt, it's me she wants! it's my patatoooooooes! Quick! Sink!
the patatoes start slowly sinking in the sause, mum picks one and looks at it.
-What a bizzare behaviour you're having today, my potatoes never hide! Are you a coward or what? the patato was gonna respond but was rudly interrupted by..
-Mum are they ok ?(at last someone cares for the patatoes) We're starving you know.(that's me!)
-Yeah they're fine!Great! she eats the patato.
Meanwhile my aunt and grandmum, tottaly unaware of a patatos fate, are talking at the sofa faking interest for the same pills and solitude wonderings, but essentially commenting on my dad's relaxed behaviour, wich has totally to do with my mum being a hero for the last 23 years doing everything for a 'being superman's wife' kind of marriage.
-Poor love she's so cute today with her silk dress and high heels, and all to please the weirdo! Had it not been her...who else could have stayed in her place? Oh so cute, soo cute and sssuch a good cook. She's been cooking all night to honor his nameday and him..look at him! Picking phones and being gracious to be remembered..i'd love to see his face if she abandoned them. said my grandma kindly
-them? wondered my aunt
-him and the kid,can you imagine what they'd be like? All dirty with their shirts unironed and living in a mess. Culture and the rest! Crap ! Had it not been for..
-absolutely! chaos whould have been the proper word for home
-they're opinionated artists the truth be told, but in the end life is life, you got to be organised to make a living out of life.
My mum is all aware of the sofa conversation so she kindly interrupts with a comment like
-Oh god! Let us forget and ignore all conspiracies from within for such a day should be lived in union amongst the members of a familly..

Let me properly introduce myself ,i am the beloved kid, half the part of 'them', the gorgeous daughter for dad, the artist for mum ,the 'my daughter', the' your' daughter, the heir of all the familly's riches, the 'cheat' from the moment i faced the world (cause that's what dad called me when i faced them the Day of all days).So the way i see it, things took a mysterious turn from the very beggining but today i will follow the old hippy ritual, and let it be ,for once.


chapter 2
the son of an architect,an architect as well

Now the sofa is housing an unfortunate triangle consisted of my dad my aunt and my granny(talking Christmas bullshit).All is set. The bell is ringing.My bro. For the first time in 15 years he arrives unaccompanied by my other grandmother.Which makes sense since she recetly died. She was the kind of girl who lived to be a 100 but died 2 weeks earlier(rather unfortunate!).Anyway he is chearfull and kind, the well-natured boy, well- recognised as such by all familly commitee's. Dad sits first at the table, wich means 'all members be seated please', the members do start taking their places talking it over as if they are to pick a brand new place ,when all members have sat and one chair is evidently empty all take a look down at their waches then sigh and smile gently at each other.
-I'll kill her sometime, my dad says smilling
-Oh my dear, let us forget and ignore all conspiracies from within for such a day should be lived in union amongst the members of a familly,said my mum.


chapter 3
the daughter of an architect,a pscycopath as well

Silence in the kingdom,the king is silent and his followers ass well, sorry as well, they chat from time to time mainly commenting on the queen's clothes and cooking, the princesse's clothing is a standard topic as well (after all they shop from the same spot). Anyway the conversation reaches a halt since the main topics vary from the terrible fact that each year someone doesn't make it for the Chrisrmas table (the century minus 2 weeks, the century minus 2 years-her husband, my uncle, my other uncles etc) to the amazing quality of mum's homemade cooking. At this point(note :that is half an hour since bite number one) arrives the last and also least of the table,my sister. Had this been a movie a slow motion would have been necessary to express the extravagganza of her appearence, her shape,clothing,and expression while gloriously waving hello,the slow motion whould however stop when she said:
-Everything seems so tasty!but i am on a diet so i brought my vegi-sushi with me! I'm going to prepare it! Does anybody want some?

Everybody freeze please!

Pause. At this point it is absolutely necessary that i describe the (frozen)characters at stake.
*My mum is a 50 year old woman who looks like 35, with a classic ladylike styling that can't hide her athletic figure and personna, who secretly despises skirts. Moreover she is a german raised kid which had a major effect on her pronanciation and pscycology as well . She has a managerial mind she hopes i inherited as well, in order to manage with our heritace but she recently discovered this probably isn't the case, so she is terribly heartbroken. (that's not very obvious but very important still). Once she did something that changed things forEVER.. she married someone like my father(not like him, but him!) who was 15years older, just divorced, with two kids and a workaholic, and made a familly with him.
*My dad is 65 years old and very charming,he is rather dark skined wich matches his mysterious personnality. He is dressed exclusively by my mother who takes special care that he is presentable and casually dressed and not dressed like a casualty presentation.This might seem a bit exagerated but it's actually accurate cause when let alone he picks tramplike clothes and tornapart trainers to look less fortunate, like everybody else. There are two more things to be added 1. he was a heavy smoker but recently did my mother the favour to quit 2.. had anybody from his side of the familly been alive and present at the gathering you whould have guessed why he hates fat people and why he stopped eating at my sisters entry.
*My grandmother is 72 years old and a dynamyte as far as strength is concerned.She is obsessed with travelling and whould be ideal for a Columbia sportswear advertisment. Also she is a very 'ready to make a fuss' kind of type that skips being beaten up cause when things get shitty she paralyses everybody by saying she is 95 and could be their grandmother. Her husband who died of cancer is the reason she is alone and can't even smoke and my mother is the reason she is still living and relatively sane. She has few friends and most of them are either dead or immobilised so she is left alone with my aunt who is a tv freak and recetly a widow(last Xmas)and with whom all communication apart from dog centered conversations (they both have one) faills .
*My aunt is a 70 year old diva whose husband died last year of lung cancer(guess what?he was a smoker!).She was a secretary at the National bank which at the time was runned by her father(the workpath is valid for my granny as well,same dad same bank!) Anyway my aunt wanted to have kids but couldn't go to the gynecologist, although she had a couple of issues to solve, for fear of the moment she'd have to spread open her legs for a closer look. So she never went and never had children which she regreted but finally cured by getting a dog.
*Our fillet aux pommes de terre (you can call it simply fillet) is 15years old and a standard plate at the Christmas table therefore a member of the familly. Unfortunatelly it's whereabouts are unknown to everybody but my mum, who never brought up the issue, but we all love it anyway and that's what matters!
*My brother is a very good looking young man with whom i was in love till someone told me he was my brother(we have a dad in common, and a sister, kind of). He is an architect.He works with my dad(more or less, but aiming for less) and he's 34 (but looks like28). He is the kind of cool guy that isn't so cool in the end, and who always finds the wrong girlfriend(or she finds him). Maybe it's my dad's fault cause he always said that i'm the most appropriate girl for him, so at the moment i am trying to,at least, get him to settle with a friend of mine.
*Me, well...i account myself as the least interesting personna of the familly and anyway i already introduced myself.
*My sister is 37 and already a pscycopath ,sorry a psycologist. She is a catfanatic and tries to make a living out of it, with no great success. She weights 125 kilos which affects her physical and mental health and this of others (interaction at it's best). She spends her time mainly at the internet where she meets either catfanatics or possible lovers, who end up impossible, as well as herself offcourse. Trying to make ends meet she avoids eye contact with both ends and in the end gets an appointment whith my dad and his wallet. In case of high voltage bank debt, it is always taken care of after a bit of existential sobbing all within the same appointment. She has a hard time talking with everybody but my mum and grandmum, who took the understanding headbanging way out of the problem soon enough.
Merry Christmas everybody!


chapter 4
how to please an astronaut

At the moment my sister is at the kitchen preparing the sushi. There is one thing i ought to say about it.
The sushi never excused itself for what it had brought to the familly gathering. How irresponsible of it to bring 122 kilos of a sister ?Chaos followed them, but i never could blame it, after all we've know eachother for a while and it's relatively innocent compared with the other two.By the way my sister didn't excuse herself either.If you are still wondering 'what for?'
the answer is 1. for the delay.
2. for my dad's highblood pressure (it's a classic so she definately was aware of it)
3. for the glass that accidentaly fell from my mums hand at the sushi announcement.(that's not a classic)
4. for the loss of apetite (it infected everyone but myself and my aunt,she always had her way)

The scene takes place in the dinning room table and the kitchen.The first is a freeze frame of 3 people starring immobilised at their plates and another 3 looking at each other.The second is a slow motion(again) of my sister happily preparing the sushi and commenting enthusiasticlly on the wonderfull diet that has lifted 3 kilos of her waist the last week.(For proffesionals of the sort i shall specify it's not a slit screen)

All in all, the only one excited by my sisters arrival were the food association.
-Oooouuf ! No mood for food ! they quietly sighted with relief.
and were overheard by my mum who has some metaphysical powers ever since she started yoga, but who wisely chose not to comment on the event to avoid extra tension.

to be continued...
next episode To kill or to be killed? a series of unfortunate conversations
alternative title The melancholic death of all patatoes

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απ΄το πολύ το σεξ...
σελ.1
ΤΡΟΜΟΣΥΓΚΗΡΙΑ!
συναθροιση εξαγριεμενων σκυλιων εκτυλισσεται στην περιοχη ΣΥΝΤΡΙΒΑΝΙ!Σε κιτρινομόβ σκηνικό! Η λιπαρότης της περιοχής κατέστησε ανέφικτη την σύλληψη των λυσσασμένων κόπρων. 29 συσκευαστές σκύλων προτείνουν -φροντίδα- καθαρίζει σε βάθος κάθε βρόμα!
σελ.2
Λένε ότι θ ανοίξει ο ουρανός και θα βρέξει βατραχόμορφους πούτσους.Ναι!μούτσους(του γένους ματσ μουτσους)απ'τους ξελιγωμένους κιόλας-apparecio xeligosious!αχα!απ αυτούς που τρώνε χόκους μέρα πόκους νύχτα λούτσους.
ουπς!μου καηκε!!!
ο λουτσος!
σελ.3
Τρια ιπτάμενα μπικίνι διέσχισαν τον σκοτεινό ουρανό σε βραδινή περίπολο.
-πλοτς(σαν να λές πλοκή τσουρούτικη)
-σβιιιιν(τύπου σπιντάρω για να σβήσω τον πριχτιιντιν)
-φρααααστ(σε φάση φράση στο φάστ)
σελ.4
take out your cock-er spaniel!
steady as it goes
It barks but it doesn't bite.
σελ.5
Τη χούφτωσες?? Χουφτως την ! Χούφτως την !

Το ρεκβιεμ για ενα σκρόφο

-Μπορούμε να γράψουμε την πραγματικότητα, σκέψεις, ένα σενάριο, μια παπάρα, το τίποτα. Τι να γράψουμε;
-Γράψε αυτό που είπες
-Και τώρα;
Παύλα εε κάβλα..
Ο Σάκης και η Κάτια κάνουν τα τελευταία ψώνια για την κόρη τους πριν το μαιευτήριο έγραφε το Οκ πάνω στο οποίο είχαμε εναποθέσει τα καπέλα μας (λειτουργικά ειδωμένα θα μεταμορφώνανε την αμηχανία μας σε γοητεία) και όλα αυτά για σένα σκρόφε απαράδεκτε.

Σκροφε Ω σκρόφε μάταιε υπαρξιστή
ανέντιμε κλεπταποδόχε εσυ που σέρβιρες πικρό πιοτό και ξυνισμένη βυσσινάδα
να σαι συναχωμένος για πάντα
βιτσιόζε που με παρέσυρες στην κλεψιά και στην ντόπα και στον avec doute έρωτα μάθε Γαλλικά επιτέλους. που με έβαλες να το κάνω χωρίς να το νοιώθω και να το νοιώθω χωρίς να το κάνω .τι σοι λουγκρικη συμπεριφορά είναι αυτή~ να πάρεις τα ίσως και τις ανω τελείες του αυλου (ναι θα το πώ,οχι δεν με σταματάς!) του ανυπόστατου ερωτισμού σου που ήρθε το μακαρόνι μου και τα τέσσερα τυράκια μου να μάθεις εσύ που τα αφήνεις να σαπίζουν !) αν σε άκουγε το long ear jerboa να λες αυτά που λες δεν θα πίστευε στα αυτιά του συνεπώς θα του πεφτάν και θα πεφτε!αλλά εσυ δεν έχεις επαφή με την άγρια φύση, κάποτε έλεγες οτι είμαι μια κατσαρίδα και δεν μπορείς να διώξεις απ'το σπίτι και τώρα δεν θα το σχολιάσω!είναι αυτή συμπεριφορά προς την άγρια στήση?Όχι!δεν θα βρείς στο σουπερμάρκετ τίποτα ικανό να με εξoντώσει Tullu! μα τον έρωτα που σίγουρα δεν έχω καταλάβει πως δουλεύει και μα τις σχέσεις που μου βγάζουν την γλώσσα και το ξίγγι και τρέχουν να κρυφτούν πίσω απο την γωνία!μα τον Τουτατί(Γαλατική Μυθολογία)ουφ και πάλι ουφ!

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