Image taken from "the Unspeakable Vault of Doom", see my link "Cthulhu humour."
It's irritating. All those fools walking the streets speaking out loud to nobody. All those people, wired and cabled, like they're parts of some huge experiment in human gullibility. They are giving us, original lunatics, a bad name. We walked the streets talking to ourselves and our entourage of invisible friends for thousands of years before they came to be. And what are they worried about anyway? Brain cancer? Do remind me if peas can get cancer. I don't think so. :)
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Hah! Synchronicity! I was thinking the very same thing on Tuesday in the city centre when a lone, loud, overgroomed guy bellowed into his so loudly I nearly choked on my drink. I turned to my charming male companion and reflected on the misappropriation of insane habits. he told me to shut up and eat my sandwich. Did I say "charming"...?
Don't get me started on synchronicity. I have been working on Jungian synchronicity (or rather, have been observing the way it works on me) for some months now, and it's an unbelievably vast concept. I do hope you stuffed the sandwich down his throat. ;-) Sorry, I am at the end of my patience.
Could be worse. Around here, we have people who read books while walking around. Its a great exercise in practical Darwinism though, given the traffic in these parts. I bet within 20 years only people with very good multi-tasking skills (or hearing) will read while walking.
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Dear Elizabeth,
I'm Bruno, from Portugal! Well, this part reminded me the night I was returning home. after hang out around with my friends and a drunk guy came on me. He was screaming over the street and came near me, talking, calling of me a brother. I don't know, I can't explain why I felt so down, so melancholic with the scene. For seconds, I felt that my blood froze down on my veins and my heart came up on my throath. With the most cold blooded I could be, I just walked down the street, leting him yelling to his own figure, calling me and disapearing in the night. i guess, I wander in my mind "will I see that drunk guy ever again?"... Well, I guess I don't bother. I don't want him to come near me ever again.
Am I insane?! Am I hearthless? I guess I don't fuckin' care. I want to walk down the street, talk to my own mind with being bothered by a drunk, or else...
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