A New Little Yesterday - deel 3

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Na My Little Yesterday en Another Little Yesterday nu ook een derde deel in de serie. Weer in het engels, maar ook alweer de moeite waard, denk ik dan.

Veel plezier gewenst.

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09:15 PM - Ah I love the rain... It's inspiring. And I think I might have a new victim altogether... A new project, a new style. And I'm going to call her right now, call and infiltrate. I'm sure I could have been a spy at the least.

10:03 PM - That was quite a conversation I must say, and oh what a little naive thing she is. Lovely, just lovely. She's sweet, I admit, but I can not let my feelings get in the way of research now, can I? In the name of a social study it is almost obligatory to sometimes hurt someone’s feelings, see how my subject will react, what effect it'll have on my life... I must proceed. A new experiment begins.

10:15 PM - Ow I can get tired of just hearing myself think. Should I, shouldn't I? Whine whine, bitch bitch, uttering complete bullshit all the time. Twelve minutes of doubt is more than enough. Pulse 68, blood pressure 120 over 70. I will continue. We'll just see what tomorrow brings, apart from cherry-pie and Für Elise.

11:02 PM - Funny thing happened. Objectivity went out the window, and I seem to be looking forward to the cherry-pie project, codenamed " Shakespeare". I'm starting to feel a little like Romeo, a Romeo with a mission not of love. Well, the conditions are the same, although our parents do not strife, and it will not be blood that will make civil hands unclean. Cherry-jelly.

01:14 AM - Full of Drum&Bass, that's what I am, beats racing through me, shivering my spine and stirring my body parts one by one by one. If I were to ever use a wishing-well, I'd wish for this feeling to never stop. What is it with me, science, beats, romances, love and fury? Am I that much of a sadistic creep? I wish to test them 'till they break, push them to the edge, take them on a rollercoaster. The ride of my life, without a doubt. How can I tell? Well, that's fairly simple. She hasn't left my mind ever since I left her, last Sunday, which is now almost a week ago already. Time flies, and I feel like flying too.

03:21 AM - Yes, I should go to bed. I will allow just one more dirty beat to push itself through my body, creeping up the floor, make it shake my head in disbelieve. I must focus; I have a project to work on tomorrow.

11:30 AM - I am here, I should be there, me and my blasted timing. Well, this will give me another chance to found out how she'll react. Oh sweet sweet project, hold on just a little longer. You can kick me when I get there.

11:50 AM - A little late, a little tired, and a little guilty, I enter. Been here a million times before, and used to come here daily, but this time it's a little different. Instead of a semi-heaven it feels like absolute hell, with a quite cute blonde wearing a huge headphone wanting to kick my ass right back out of here. Pulse 110, Blood pressure 140 over 90. As I said, me and my blasted timing.

11:55 AM - She seems to have forgiven me right away, or not have cared at all. Affection overrules petty irritations. Mental note created, eleven fifty-five, twenty-ninth of august. Now on to the next phase, cherry-pie.

00:03 PM - They're on sale, are they not? Pfweh, not that it matters a bit. I have enough cash on me anyway, and as the rules firmly state, the man should do the paying. Let's just get our product, be good consumers, and get along with it.

00:05 PM - We're go.

00:07 PM - Knives, plates, forks, spoons. Afternoons are just about all we need, but neither of us seems to notice that fact. Consuming as ever, the plates and the spoons accompany us on our travels. I lead a colourful life, and those plates have just confirmed that. Although the spoons are pretty dull, but they're of zero value anyway, so nobody cares.

00:09 PM - Gay pedophiles will not scare me, this will be the place. Whatever you tell me, oh my project. You are lovely, lovely, but I lead my life my way, and the world doesn't have a lot to do with that. My own world is much more interesting. We are here, now just sit and wait, the pie will be out momentarily.

00:10 PM - Mutilation done with a spoon. The red, red, thick liquid-like substance flows, my hands as those of a butcher, my spoon as if used in an operation, and she... she sits there, waiting patiently. Yes my dear, soon it'll be your turn, never you worry. As long as you don't mind if I leave the spoon behind then. For I'll have my hands full already.

01:16 PM - The red, dripping remains found on our both plates amuse me. After all, why eat cherry-pie if neither you nor she like it. Cherries, life forms from beyond this world. Disgusting. But yes, the pie was good. And so was the conversation, which is after all the most important thing.

01:17 PM - A new goal is set, and we will head on down to the library. And all the while I am thinking style and action can be related to each other. A style similar to my first experiment, before I started these notes, and actions that could be number one's actions as well.

02:01 PM - Series of useless words filled the previous hour-or-so, but a new plan has arisen. Für Elise, as discussed on the phone, will come into play right now. How I love the fact that my dad provides me with the tools for my experiments... Piano play is powerful stuff, and a pianist, especially that Chopinsee, is the perfect disguise for a soggy manipulative bastard such as myself... Fü r Elise, by lovely Ludwig Van. I prefer his ninth though.

03:15 PM - Time to say goodbye, actually. But another one of my dad's tools has come into play, a backbone. A lovely, comfortable chair, a perfect chair for sleeping. Yes, my lovely, I know. But the time has come for you to go home. And the couch will not change that even more than the chair will.

03:30 PM - She runs around frantically, in pure panic. Only forty-five minutes left, how will we ever be able to make it now? It'll be all right, it will.

04:00 PM - We seem to have made it, and she looks delighted. With her hand on my arm, as she has done a thousand times this half-hour, my pulse rises again. 160, with my blood pressure 190 over 120, eye lids flickering, displaying symptoms of disorientation.

04:15 PM - I grant her a kiss on the hand, and a peck on the cheek is mine in return. Oh, how wonderful this life is, and how colourful. Suddenly the world looks like heaven, and heaven's importance rating drops to far below zero. Yes, yes, I know, objectivity. But who can maintain that objectivity when the words "I hope you can some day come warm my feet" are uttered...? After all, even I am not made of stone.

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Hunngg! *neemt aanloop* Schop!

zijn jullie mensen te lui om iets in het engels te lezen ofzo?

*wil kritiek*
Laat de normale reacties achterwege, en zeik me af aub

[prulleke]

*upt stiekem je topic*

Had je al gezegt dat ik het weer geweldig vind, hou m eop de hoogte van je vorderingen he