Curious Cat *

Big Boss

Intoxicated by drinking the ink from all my pens

No outro dia lembrei-me de um miúdo que se sentia constantemente observado...
E no entanto achava isso perfeitamente normal. Eram essas as suas respectivas funções porque quem continuamente o espiava era deus.

Também aqui há dias conheci um kazak com 3 dentes de ouro. Substituiam as favolas do centro. Nesse mesmo dia deparei-me com a ira de um sueco que tinha encontrado uma caneca molhada no sítio das canecas secas.

Hoje, a primeira impressão da rua foi desprovida de sentido.
As criaturas materializam-se do éter e voltam a submergir em lado nenhum.

O corpo perde o equilíbrio e vem espalmar-se junto à minha cara espetada na areia da beira-mar.

E as narinas entupidas.

Ursos nas montanhas das eslováquia que não se mostram apenas deixam sentir a sua presença.

E aquele cheiro sem origem que ficou lá na rua... Do lado direito por onde subia...

Espirro!

Viram a Regina?
Ela é muito boazinha.
Mas quando lhe dá para encher
a barriguinha de chocolates,
fica possuída!
-Joder! Não pode ser.
Mas é!
-Virgen! Macho! Por Dios!
Perdeu-os
- Olha diz a essa menina então,
para parar.
Que esta história ainda acaba com faca e alguidar.

Inquérito ao público dos domingos

Escolha a opção que melhor descreve o que associa às palavras:

NUCLEAR

a) conjunto familiar mais próximo
b) perigo
c) nudez e informática

ANTISISTEMA

a) cidadania
b) futebol
c) sistemático

YOUTUBE

a) é como as batatas fritas
b) and you suck
c) !!!


Complete a expressão:

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Escreva as suas escolhas em "comments" e para além de receber a interpretação dos resultados estará a contribuir para uma amostragem, parte de um estudo a ser realizado. Obrigado.

footprints

Someone said that people are like piles of sand.
Like the ones you build dropping grain after grain on top of each other.

That is
the personality

Being build up to a certain point.
And then… You know.
Some grains just don’t stick anymore.

But that’s not just it.
At that point any grain can start an avalanche.

I can agree with that.
Some avalanches can even be enormous.

Rarely I know, I keep walking, as the horizontal beach seems wide.

Um banco de jardim pintado de fresco

O preço está asfixiado na garrafa de vinho.
No fundo
de um comboio suburbano
por aquelas mãos azuis
no cú de granito de um bloco
de casas pintadas

Peixe à tona

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W

Is a loop being closed again
Has my skin peeled off
Am I to be that
Am I to perceive those so many stories
Am I to be amazed
Has been
Is there a rite

Why is the scene not being sucked by the living surroundings?

sucker

There was only one place in town where I could find it.
I didn’t know this before I started looking for.
It took me some tens of walked miles and thus sweat and pains until I followed the last hint someone gave me to find this small bizarre-as-all-should-look-like drugstore.
Behind the counter displaying a full set of different kinds and shapes of razor blades there was this middle-aged guy.
He was tall and bold and wore a lousy t-shirt and a thick cigar on his lips.
Yeah, he told me had it.
He spoke perfect English and started asking me questions about the machine that I didn’t know the answers to. Well I could tell him the basic…
He obviously had a good impression on this specific brand and soon he was telling me I should go for the originals, the original bags. These were not in paper, as they are usually expected. They were in this special cloth which I can’t remember the name, and with all these special features that should enforce me to take them… I couldn’t stop thinking that I was getting advise on this exquisite wine whose characteristics this guy just absolutely adored and could turn into these words that really anticipate your perception when tasting it.
He turned his attention to the cigar and then he also gave some tips on how to optimise the performance just by changing some other spare parts that were also included with the bags.
I took it.
At the moment I was just hoping that he guessed right and I was walking home with the proper things so I wouldn’t have to return and change them as he promptly offered to in case of misfit.
But guys, when I finally got home, put the new bags in, which were as he predicted the right ones, and turned the thing on… That sucker just grabbed the floor like I never seen any other do.

T.A. mesmo click

by Pedro

Robert Silverberg's

He walked toward the bus stop. It was a chilly night, the wind cutting into his bones. He was tired.
As he rounded the corner, he paused, wheezing.


By some standards he was a successful man but life hadn´t been any joy ride. It had been rocky and fear-torn, filled with doubts, disappointments, hangovers.

He realized he was more than half glad he was almost at the end of his road. Life, he saw now, had really been a struggle not worth the bother.

There was the bus, half a block ahead, and he was going to miss it.
He began to run and stumbled as a cold hand squeezed tight around his heart. The sidewalk sprang up to meet him, and he knew this was death. For a startled instant he fought for control, and then he relaxed as the blackness swept down.

He opened his eyes again and looked around. He wailed in despair as the hand firmly slapped his rear and breath roared into his lungs.