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The fall of the seagulls
An old man was lounging on the quay wall when he saw a seagull fighting with another seagull for a piece of fish waste out of the corner of his eye.
Without any excitement, he picked up a random stone lying there and hurled it with full force in the direction of the fighting seagulls.
The tourists and locals who were in the same place as him at the same time only became aware of his stone throw when, as if by some cruel cosmic coincidence, both of the really large seagulls fell dead from the sky with short but violent screams and in a very desolate state.
He himself simply continued his activity of loitering as if nothing had happened that required his attention. In contrast to all the others who were completely preoccupied by the suddenly different gulls and their loud departure with the special impact on the waves in the harbour basin.
Even those who had only realised the scene later had been busy trying to explain the horrific cause of the seagulls' loud departure, or at least trying to understand it.
The old man sat down in one of the tourist attraction coffee shops where the discussion about the event was in full swing and looked into the many puzzled faces of young and old who were all still trying to figure out why?
And ordered a coffee from a waiter who rushed to him as soon as he had sat down and said to him: did you notice that the two seagulls I mean fell from the sky and landed dead with a scream in the harbour basin? I assume they screamed first and then died, right? The waiter answers of course only so it makes sense, whereupon the old man said that's the most logical thing to do.
He looked at the distraught waiter and said in a calm voice: "Consistents I think and please bring them two bags of sugar, thank you! The waiter looked at the old man and asked: what do you mean? He just smiled and nodded and looked out of the sea.
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Water has no memory
The lake was already almost in darkness and in the background you could see the sun slowly disappearing over the mountains behind the clouds while my own life was slowly being washed up in the waves of the lake, pressing my almost unconscious body against the beach again and again. The pale lantern light didn't make the whole scenario any better.
My white sailing boat was moored not far from me and was being gently lifted up and down by the waves above that I was only aware of in the state I was in.
I lay there almost dead and had no idea what I had actually done to end up like this. With my face pressed against the beach and being moved again and again by the waves with no prospect of salvation from this strange spectacle.
As if in a dream, my brain activity went in search of causes in my dying and cooled body.
Eight hours earlier I had arrived in Prada on Lake Garda with the intention of releasing all the addictions to which I was inevitably subject.
To be continue....
Looking back, there were simply too many impacts that took the shine and integrity off my armour.
Even if the armour is in a desolate state, my will is not.
A life without events and risks is certainly boring.
If I had wanted it, I certainly would have liked it, but I certainly wouldn't have wanted it.
I have looked into the deepest abysses of human existence, have gone through dark times and if you look into my face, mistake the hardness of my expression for arrogance. It is only the shell of my rare smile.
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But isn't it true that shiny armour has never been used?
Thank you, when I read this blog post I reached into one of my shelves and pulled out the books that had been gathering dust.
It's always a pleasure to rediscover something old.
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By the way, the sculpture is called sugar babe and is by gerry, a local artist
The picture half in the background was made by me, lips and tits who will ever think of something nasty.
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Bizarre Magazine Covers, John Willie