the league of the Pathetics

(this is a short story I did not finish and i am not planning to do so, but since the blog was asleep for a while here is what i have wrote about the league of the Pathetics  .. typos are a trade mark and if you ignore them they will leave you in peace too)

Officer: so birdy .. sing !
Jiko: people have weird habits, something that other people would consider out of the norm and might feel unease if they happen to observe it, those “other people” happen to be people as well with weird habits as well .. but i digress .. i guess what i am trying to say is that i do have weird habits too. Personally i do not think that smiles means anything, thank you, good bye, excuse me, sorry your cat died are as well sort of an meaningless behaviour …. the way things are ….  like the fact that water boils at 100 C or cows have 4 legs. i say people over-rate an empty smile and under-rate a good healthy loud fart .. again I digress
as i said i have some weird habits, one of them is my daydreaming and that what i am trying to tell you sir … you see i live in my head quit a lot and not that only i do not like but it is not doing me much good, you see Mister i do not like me much but what can I say if only I kept the receipt and returned me ..anyway … I thought being me was bad enough till one day i was in underground minding my own business, i was tired and low and did not see a single colour all day when all of the sudden i started to hear some music at first i thought it is one of those kids .. so i opened my eyes and looked around me to see who this punk, but the carriage was empty except for a middle aged woman.
so i said to myself ” you have lost Jiko!! ..” and i might had lost sir, i mean i am not claiming that i am perfectly sane
Officer: keep talking .. but stay with topic
Jiko: yes .. sure .. of course .. so i went on thinking about my life and all those silly questions one asks when one is in a rainy day .. after a moment i closed my eyes and i tried to relax to find myself somewhere i never meant to be.. at first i did not understand it but now i know i was in this lady’s daydream
Officer: what did you see ?
Jiko: I can not remember clearly .. i Panicked and that is not helpful when you spy on someone’s daydream. i guess it was a wedding, there was music and white dresses but i am only guessing .. i thought i was pathetic i found out that i am A pathetic, one of many.. another thing I found out, Children are stupid. their daydreams are dull and simple unlike what Disney tells us
Officer: are you saying you can read people’s mind
Jiko: No, i can not. You see i am only able to spy on people’s daydreams, but i can not guess what number they are thinking of or know if they are lying, i can not spy on someone’s thoughts only when people are in the floating  state of the daydream i can can jump in and watch.
Officer: Jump in ? you mean you can choose not
Jiko: oh yes, this madness comes full with options .. sometimes when I am bored I DJ two people’s daydream
Officer: well then Jiko, can you tell us about your adventures
Serage : CUUUUUUUUUUUUT !!!!  all go home .. the post is over … nothing to see here …  we have to use room as a public toilet

laughing at an empty shower

He knew that there was something fundamentally wrong with him when he realised that every thing is as good as lighting up a cigarette. and spoken words usually are nothing but noise.

that put him in the corner, you see the problem was he could not say what is the definition of “Fundamentally Wrong”, other than it is not the norm as it is not what other people feel like he can not tell what is “Fundamentally Wrong”. in other words it is a matter of statistics to him and that made him think that he has to do something about it ..

he always likes to say ” i am a blind man driving a car in the middle a desert of Asphalt, lost all hope in anything sensible (including understanding the meaning of sensible) and only wish to have an accident”

when she came into his life, I thought that she was the accident he waited for and teased him with my findings but he replied that I was foolish, he actually said that when she told him that she wanted him badly he was imagining Nina Simon having a shower and singing

So you just do what you gotta do
My wild sweet love
Though it may mean that I’ll never kiss
Those sweet lips again
Pay that no mind
Find that dappled dream of yours
Come on back and see me when you can

but Nina Simon was wrong it was never sweet and it felt like lighting up a cigarette, i asked him if he ever went through something with considering its ending before starting it and when he replied asking if that was wrong i did not have much to say

many times I caught him talking to him self, after a while I asked him if he is aware of that and he said that he was aware of it and that I interrupted an interesting conversation with himself to say nothing of importance, I did what any decent person would do, I apologized to both of them and left.

once he said that he can see the hat of Tom Waits poping up of the bath tub every now and then and one day Tom will be brave enough to come out of the tub, tell him that Leonard Cohen is a wanker and they would do friends stuff together.

she finally left him, and I honestly do not blame her I actually think she stayed that long just to prove something to herself like when silly people build the highest tower just to prove that their penises is not that small. When she told him she was leaving all he did was looking to shower and laughed at it then he lighted up a cigarette, at least that what she told me later

although I did what was required from a decently social person to comfort another, I honestly could not care less about her at that moment, all what I wanted to know was what he was laughing in the shower, did Tom Waits come out of the tub and if so what did they do?

Under a Wanderin’ Star : Lee Marvin

I was born under a wanderin’ star
I was born under a wanderin’ star
Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack
I’ve never seen a sight that didn’t look better looking back
I was born under a wanderin’ star

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wanderin’ star
I was born under a wanderin’ star

Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye, forever its time for me to go
I was born under a wanderin’ star
A wandrin’ wanderin’ star

When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree
For I’ll begin to roam and soon you’ll know where I will be
I was born under a wanderin’ star
A wandrin’ wanderin’ star