Crazy Rebel(l)s
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06.09.2019 04:24
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Casillas Many times, night is more imaginative than daytime. 8:00 PM My soul is not controlled by consciousness, free. The street that flutters to the shimmering rainbow is looking for a foothold in the lantern signboard filled with gorgeous desires. Then the flesh is finally driven. I buried my head, took a heavy step, and hit the soul in the street. The street was a bit deserted, the air was sticky, and the breathing was not smooth. So, I walked into an underground bar. The environment was not good, the dampness was dark, and the smell of cheap cosmetics on the strangers coming and going, as well as the mildewiness of the walls, made me feel like vomiting. I suddenly remembered that I didn��t eat anything at dinner, and then I retched. Standing very tired, I found a place next to the bar to sit down. It��s not yet time for the bar to actually start business. There are not many people, and it��s scattered around in twos and threes. Perhaps it is because there are not many guests Carton Of Cigarettes. A waitress with a thick purple eye shadow came over and asked me what I wanted. I asked for a blue Margaret, just because of the mysterious legend behind its murky blue Wholesale Cigarettes. Soon, the wine came up. It's just not as beautiful as I thought - blue is not pure. Gently sip, the taste of tequila is not pure. After all, it is not a regular bar. I thought so easily, indifferently smiling, I gently swayed the goblet, watching the blue liquid slide over the transparent cup wall, and then flow down along a track to restore the original shape. Gently sip and continue to shake. Gradually, the hand trembled unconsciously, and occasionally liquid spilled from the cup to the glass counter on the bar, wet my shirt cuffs. I must admit that this wine is still very strong, maybe it is mixed with white wine. The scene in front of me is gradually blurred, and the dim light in the bar is also flashing. I should have been sleeping for a long time. When I woke up, the glare irritated my vision, and the heavy metal rocked my hearing. Also, the stomach is bursting with intense pain, the consequences of drinking on an empty stomach? I glanced at the watch, it was already half past ten. I saw countless or slender or bloated waists madly twisting in the middle of the dance floor, not following the beat of the music. Just crazy. I was shocked, and more specifically, I was scared. I don't think I can adapt, I have to leave. I got up straight, my head hurts a little, and I feel a little dizzy. I can't remember where the exit is. I can only move one inch in this small space and change my perspective. If you can meet a familiar friend at this time, I think about it over and over again - he will take me away. When I thought about it some time, I found out that I have no friends. not a single one. No one is the same, I will not know him. Moreover, I was drowned here, and who would see me? One hand pulled me into the dance floor. There are many people around me. It should be a black nail polish, the hand of a young woman wearing shiny jewelry. Slim and soft, but also nails embedded in my skin. Maybe it is a lonely woman, just to find people to dance together and talk about loneliness. And I may, just in her opinion, be a good listener. We will sit down and talk, it will be. She will tell me about all the disappointments she has encountered in life. Then I will elaborate on my own opinions after listening calmly. She will probably thank me - a confidant who meets with each other, a somewhat sharp female voice clearly sounds in my ears. If I didn't get it wrong, it was the waitress. She said: "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet. Just now, she pulled me into the dance floor, not - the checkout counter next to the dance floor. When I handed her the banknotes, I took a look at the hand, with me. I thought it was a little different, but it was painted with red nail polish, and the shade was extremely uneven. I was somewhat disappointed. The wine woke up. I asked the direction of the exit. I left the underground bar. I went back to the street. Still deserted, even my lonely stretched figure Next, where should I go? Still let the soul lead the way? "Come in and sleep Cheap Cigarettes, cold outside, to catch a cold." "It's the mother's voice and then I woke up, on the balcony at home. Not in the street. It was just a dream. But everything is so real, I really went to the underground bar. Or, the future? My future is indeed, the night More imaginative than daytime. |
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