Tomic Riter

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  • Nothing on a full moon night.

    Coffee on the heater. Miles Davis quartet playing on my little yellow speaker. Its sound isn’t that great but it works fine. Works fine for now. Drove out to buy cigarettes. but everything stays closed, including the tiniest of shops where you can easily find raw tobacco and cigarette packs. Outside its pretty windy. Looks like another cyclone is coming. Or maybe it’s because tonight is a full moon night. The perfect moon with all its blemishes is already up in the sky, shining bright yellow. Everything is quite beautiful this evening. The bright moon. Some cool jazz. Windy atmosphere. I don’t even feel like writing. I don’t feel like doing anything. I could pick up my chair and walk up to the roof and sit there all night listening to jazz. I think that’s what I would be doing pretty soon. Writing and everything else can go to hell. Wait, what’s that smell? Shit I forgot about the coffee.

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  • Goddamit that took a minute.

    Drunk dying rifty rafty flying to the bottom of the ocean goddamn ocean but where the hell is all that water and all those mermaids and all those dead kittens with their wiggly tails and furs destroyed by mites I cannot believe I am seeing such suffering OH GOD what a world we are living in really but let’s forget about this world for a while because this song is fucking kickass isn’t it ISN”T ITTTTTT tell me it is because it is it fucking is but we can’t stay on that so let’s move on to what else what else yeah the stupid food but what about it because it will soon be cold so cold colder than the icebergs that put the hole in titanic and made it sink for eternity speaking about the eternity it was right in my ass until few hours ago when i shitted all out this noon HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and I am extremely sorry for your loss and for everybody’s loss and for the loss of this whole goddamn universe because now eternity is just gone like pufffff in the air and we got nowhere to go.

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  • Them and another cup of black coffee.

    The urge to listen to that rock song once again woke me up this morning. Strange? What is not strange. So many decades gone and I still have to wake up everyday and take shit. But it’s fine. It’s fine as long as there’s good music to listen to. What if, one day, all the music just disappears from all the devices, all the hard drives and flash drives, all the cloud systems on the internet, all the music apps. Man, I would put a bullet through my throat. I would have my eyes snatched away by vultures. I would have a road roller run over me. I would pay the driver three times just to do the goddamn job without any regards to humanity. Yeah, money can do that. Money can buy loyalty, but only for as long as the money lasts. But really, how long does it last. And it’s useful only on this little dying beloved planet of ours. Today, some guy is the richest man. Tomorrow, some other guy will take his place. Guy or girl, whatever. It doesn’t matter to me. They talk about one dimensional progress. That’s the problem with the people who keep using too much of their tiny brains all the time – they think they are getting somewhere. It’s all bullshit. They are just fooling themselves and trying to fool everyone else. God, it’s a difficult matter. Grave matter.

    Sometimes, I think I am doing all of them a favor by just sitting here in my chair, looking out of the window, making love to you all the time, not doing anything much about the distress we have brought upon this beautiful world. It’s still a beautiful world and this life is still a beautiful life, pointless but beautiful, but for how long either will remain so, I really cannot say. I can feel the fangs of evil growing out of everywhere, reaching everywhere, tearing our flesh and our spirit to bits. Really, what man has been spared in this long history of ours. Almost everybody dies with a stabbed heart. Only more hearts keep popping up, waiting to get stabbed all the same. How pointless. And it just doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop. I could keep drinking all day and night to keep myself oblivious to all kinds of shit happening, but it won’t matter. The shit would still keep happening. All kinds of shit.

    My induction cooker is beeping in the kitchen. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. The eggs must have boiled by now,and whether they are ready or not, they are going through my teeth all the same.

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  • All bluesy without you.

    Your hands would have been on my bare chest. Your lips would have been on my bare chest. Instead, I am here alone, listening to the blues, thinking about making another cup of coffee, thinking if I should have a quarter rum instead. My kitchen looks like a graveyard. We could have made love there and make the place explode. Your tongue licking my tongue. My cock in your beautiful wonderful perfect ass. You sitting on me. My finger in your mouth. Your hands grabbing my hair. My hands pulling your hair. My lips sucking yours lips, your breasts, your neck, your ears. We could have made love right now. Instead, I am sitting alone with a stomach full of plastic, and a cock without an erection, listening to Shotgun blues, to Mr. Hooker who is going to kill some woman because she is maybe fucking too many men.

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  • After waiting for half a day.

    Back at home from work but later than usual. Everything else can go to hell now. Just me and you. Watching you as I sit completely naked in my chair. I am already feeling your lips around my cock. You taking me in so lovingly, urgently. You taking me whole. You are my therapy. I am closing my eyes, feeling your tongue slowly sucking me in. Slowly but completely. You ask me, ‘Do you love it?’ ‘I do. I love everything that you do,’ I say. Your hair held in my hands. I am growing on your tongue, growing right to the back of your throat. Your mouth leaking a river on me. I keep giving you. You keep taking me. Sucking me in. Sucking me all the way.

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  • Took them 30 long hours.

    An hour ago, sunset had splattered orange all over the sky. Half an hour later, the winds gained pace. Orange receded to the horizon. Above were just bluish grey clouds waiting to burst. Went downstairs, opened a bag of wafers, brought upstairs to the roof and sat. I had to pick up the chair; the winds blew it down to a far end. I sat and munched on the wafers and examined the ominous sky. In an hour everything will get flooded, I thought. The next moment, electricity came back. Wow. Everybody all around was WOW. People shouting, like they hadn’t seen electricity in months. It was only yesterday at around 1 noon when something blew up and it caused a major power outage in the whole area. I got up, went downstairs, turned on few lights, my laptop, turned on my fridge, brought down my chair from the roof ( I got only one! ), placed it in my bedroom next to my desk, and finally sat. I sat for few minutes and then I remembered I hadn’t coffee since yesterday. I got up at once, put some coffee on the heater, when I heard pitter-patter on the tin shed of the roof. It had started raining.

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  • Hangover maybe.

    They make sad faces everywhere. Faces with subdued smiles. Because if they really open their mouths and laugh, this world will come to an end. Such hideous creatures. Such dull monsters. Such jackals tearing up and the sky and the earth with their shallow sadness and boring humour and boring talking. Such rats not even good enough for our laboratories, or for feeding to our mean stupid heartless cats. I want your hands on my balls again. Your lips on my lips. My fingers inside you everywhere. But you died last night, only I died before you. Woke up with a headache. I think it’s from the terribly caustic rum I drank last night. It has turned me into a desert, robbed me of water. Waiting for electricity since yesterday morning. ‘Hey motherfucker. When will the electricity be back? What happened?’ I asked a man last night. ‘Hey sonofabitch. Something blew up badly. It won’t be coming before morning,’ he replied. It’s morning now and he was just talking shit. ‘Hey motherfucker. You said it would come back by morning. What the hell happened?’ I went to the same old man this morning and asked. ‘Hey sonofabitch. I don’t know. Something blew up badly. Maybe it will come back by noon,’ he replied. ‘Fine,’ I said and drank a cup of tea and then drove back home.

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  • Banging on my desk.

    Working saturday sucks. It sucks more when it’s a holiday but you are supposed to work because you didn’t finish the work earlier on time. It sucks because the work will really never finish but your life surely will. And on your death bed, you won’t remember and cherish a single moment spent on correcting Excel sheets and Word documents and producing copies of copies of copies of the same folder on your computer. It’s noon now and too hot outside. I am sitting in front of a water cooler and it doesn’t make any difference to the amount of sweat on my forehead and around my lips. I am sitting and staring at the computer screen in front. I would rather we make love now. We could make love at the back on that table. We could make love right here on the floor. We could make love right here right now in my chair, you on top of me, me removing your bra, you pulling down my trousers, my cock inside you, your mouth inside my mouth, your hair in my hands. I don’t give a fuck about this job and this work. It’s an unending drudgery. It has destroyed my ass, my heart. We both want the same. We both want to make each other wet, make so much love. I am having an erection already, my hundredth erection since I woke up, thinking about you and me.

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  • I want you all the time.

    My face between your breasts. Your clit warm in my hands. My palms on your butt. I am kissing you and licking you. My face rubbing on your breasts. Your breasts pushing me down under them. I am warm under you. I am loving it. I am touching your clit, sucking your nipple, taking it with my tongue, then with my whole mouth. I am sucking you deep, sucking so nicely, my lips never leaving you. I am raising my hips to touch your clit with my cock. I am hard so hard. You rubbing your clit on my cock. It feels so good, so wonderful, so beautiful. You clit up and down on me. I am holding you tightly, my cock inside you, deep and strong. Your hips opening to me, my cock in and out of your sweet well, in and out. In and out. In and out. You moaning for me. You wetting for me. I am opening you more and more for me. I want you deeply. I want you badly. I want you all the time.

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  • All that without punching a single wall.

    I don’t remember at what time I fell asleep last night. But so what. It was past midnight and that’s all I remember. I remember removing my clothes and lying down next to you in bed. I remember your head on my chest, my arms on your back, you falling asleep on me. Woke up this morning without enough sleep. Woke up too soon. Woke up at 6:10, washed my filthy eyes, removed leftover dinner from the fridge, left it open on the sofa. Fell down in bed at 6:21, setting a new alarm of 6:35 in my cellphone, otherwise I wouldn’t have woken up until noon. Threw away the cellphone, closed my eyes. 8 in the morning is too early to go back to work, too early to to go back to that goddamn desk littered with pointless documents, too early to wake up for anything unless we are making love. Woke up at 6:35. Turned off the goddamn alarm. Closed my eyes. Woke up again at 6:42. Sat on the bed, cursed my job. The weather was still cool. It won’t be the same an hour later, I thought. Nothing is same an hour later, whatever hour it is. Got up naked, walked to the toilet, pissed on the yellow stained wall, pissed in the hole that never gets tired of taking my shit, pissed for ten minutes, pissed all of it. Got out, walked to the sink, Opened the tap. Picked up the toothbrush, applied some paste. Threw away the toothpaste. Washed my face with right hand, brushed my teeth with left, looked with both eyes half opened at all the dirt in my kitchen – plastic bottles, salt everywhere, cooking oil flowing down the granite slab, roaches crawling around, roaches sleeping in their homes on the back side of my induction stove. Watched and brushed for so long. Walked to the leftover dinner, poured all the rice and curry in a pan, placed the pan on the stove, turned on the stove, walked back to the sink with limp cock and dry throat. Noticed half the toothpaste dripping down on my stomach. Stopped brushing. Filled my mouth with the awfully dirty tap water, spat all in the sink, spat thrice, poured some of that water on my stomach, wiped with my palm. Threw away the brush. Left dinner on the stove, left it to turn magically into my breakfast. Walked to my bedroom, wore a pair of blue jeans, the same one that I have been wearing since the big bang. Wore my plain orange polo t-shirt, walked to the stove, turned it off. Picked up a spoon, mixed rice and curry. Whatever was there in the pan, it looked good enough, even kind. At 8 in the morning, what else could I expect! Walked with pan to my bedroom , sat in my chair, ate everything, drank water, got up. Threw the empty pan in the sink, turned off the only fan running, closed all the windows, picked up my bag. Left you sleeping. Stepped out. 7:43 on the clock. Everything done poorly. Everything done anyways.

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