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i met a man on the 13th friday of july4th... * this is the story of how i met him!
that friday night was one of my abstracted days; walking on streets alone, staring at people, wondering what they're thinking about... there were no day light or sunshine because it was a very dark night time of new york. these walkings were some kind of revenge on my background. i was facing with my faults under the rain... i was thedifferent one all among my friends because i was fond of freedom, gave no promise about my future, loved liberty at all...
anyway... while i was walking, suddenly i saw that guy! the guy who behaves like "an old wolf"...
that was the thing absorbing me into the case.. i had seen so many suspects but this one was quite different from all the others. i named him unusual suspect but wondered his real name. so i decided to follow the stranger. he was walking slowly but... i knew slow is better.
Finally, he walked into a strange store. there were weird tools -like archer cloths- on the window of the store. things were getting more and more interesting for me! i was trying to be a goodboy... in this wise i just wanted to taste a little piece of heaven. it couldn't be that hard! i just entered in... and asked his name. he introduced himself as mr nobody. maybe he was trying to be mysterious but managed it well. then i asked about the puppet as he held one. i asked some other questions too..
he was answering me without judging me! usually i dont talk much but that guy made me talkative somehow..
at last, he asked just one question: "why does a puppeteer's life interest you that much?" and went on: "don't care about the world, free your mind, dont let people decide for you, try not be a simple player of worldscene, be the scenarist and live forever because when your time is up, you gonna say death greets me warm.. now go and fuck yourself!"
the day after when i got up, it was 09.15 in the morning and i was late for school. i had a headache so i took a painkiller but was still 2_sleepy. when i felt well, i went go back to the streets and searched that store... but have never found it. maybe all of those were my fiction? or the man who wasnt there was theangelofdeath?? who knows?
i searched for what happened that night to me... it was something metaphysics named Coincidental Magic
but life wasn't as i thought it to be or supposed to be... sometimes it's "all for nothing", othe the other hand "all is you!"
(dann habe ich nach Hause gehen und etwas trinken.) *
