The first draft is almost finished. It's been two days. I haven't stepped out except to have lunch. The days are getting hotter and hotter. No place to hide really. It's night now. The temperature has suddenly dropped. Hyenas are crying, dogs are barking, men are sleeping. I close my eyes and try to remember [...]
nose jammed, headless 'what day is it' a bird cackling on my window bar the garbage truck didn't stop and rolled away called my boss, 'I am not coming to work today.' 'What the hell! Even I am not coming today. HA HA' he replied 'Good,' I said and threw away my phone I shook [...]
I could drive all night. But I am too drunk. Too tired. Too slow to reach anywhere. I am even sick to some level, to what level, I cannot say. What to do with so much idle time. Where to go. No place on this earth, and I cannot escape its atmosphere. I am doomed [...]
only losers come to bars on thursdays losers we no waiting for friday night or saturday evening I occupy my favorite cabin cabin number 26 and order a frozen bottle of Budweiser Magnum What a liquid! What a mood I am in! volcanic, close to eruption outside the cabin, men sitting on chairs and shouting [...]
In deep night, godmen are singing hymns, shouting verses. God must be a deaf creature. But what to tell these men? You can tell God something, but you can't tell these men. It's so ridiculous to even think about telling them anything. You say a word to them and it's already a joke, a waste [...]
idly rotating along with everything how beautiful - moon rising nobody else watching nights like these won't be coming from deep red to orange to the final golden the sound of water dripping from a pipe cool breeze accompanying I imagine your body over mine, crawling. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
Not even an hour passed since I fell in bed. Unbelievable! I woke up too early. But it was evening outside. It won't be less a couple of hours before I started feeling the need to leave my home and go out to somewhere; to where, I couldn't know. That would have killed the fun. [...]