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Crowing Air

As you might have noticed the recent posts all came from the same five on five word combo. This one is the last of those. Got some new words to play with.

Crowing Air:

Crowing air exists. In citys only, but it exists. You can feel it, you can smell, you can taste it and sometimes if the ir got really polluted, you can even see it! Crowing air is shy. You can only experince it after a good summer rain. You know those. It didn´t rain for days, you´ve waited for it, you could feel it comming and after the rain was there, the air is finaly clean. It´s a whole new breathing experience. Take look around, you´ll see people taking deep breaths, smelling the clean an fresh air. It´s like air found it´s salvation it´s like the air is crowing.

Ruthless Morning

Today there will be two posts. Those two are of the category failed yet again, yet not so bad that I would trash´em. As with harmless knife I missed the point of metaphor writing.  Did them all at once after a bit of a break.  Still here they are.

Ruthless Morning:

Mornings are ruthless. When it comes, it comes to wake you up. Without mercy, with great pleasure and absolutely ruthless. You can´t tell me the morning doesn´t have feelings…I know it likes it, i know it´s a sadist. Why? Easy! Did you ever notice, that you always wake up in the best part of your dreams? Did you ever notice morning always seems the be there a little bit to early…everyday. And did you notice, that morning never seems to last long enough?! The morning is ruthless, the morning loves it, morning is a bitch!

Harmless Air

This one was inspired by the story “Harmlose Luft” two posts before. I wrote my own version of it, hence the similarity.  I think I might never grow up.

Harmless Air:

It was an evening just like any other. The last person I expected to visit me was her. I just finished my plate of baked beans as the bell rang. Who should it be at this hour?! Of course I thought it was some buddy with beer, so I just strolled over to the door and opened it. And there she was, a young goddess of a woman. I was sure that Lady Helena would look like a hooker next to her.

We just met recently and she actually shouldn´t know where I live.
She had asked around till she found a friend of mine who told her where I lived.
Of course I asked her in, hoping she wouldn´t see how dirty my flat was. I can get desperate sometimes. I went straight for the bath. I never ever brushed my teeth, tidied up my hair and put on deo as fast as at that evening. I even found a used t-shirt which wasn´t as dirty as the one I wear. Before I went out of the bathroom I flushed – damn I´m witty sometimes.

She sat on my couch and waited for me. She even brought a good bottle of wine and asked me if I had some wine glasses. I could smell her across the room. I remembered me of freshly blowing syringa. We were silent as we drank our first few sips of wine out of my beakers. I just wanted lean over and kiss her, as she said: “Fuck it“ sat on my lap and kissed me first.

Thats when it happened. I baked some aircakes.

You bet I didn´t want that. And I bet you know what happened after that. Of course she stopped kissing (I didn´t). She looked at me „Thats disgusting you pig.“ Stood up, took her purse and stormed right out of my flat. I ran after her. I couldn´t her go. It was lookin´ so good for me. I mean really good. My brain worked at as hard as it could in this situation, which obviously wasn´t that much, cause all I could come up to shout after her was:“ But – but it was just - just some harmless air!.“

Never saw her again.

Awesome!

Welcome my dear and humble Reader.
Prepare yourself for a astonishing mind numbing experience which very well may alter your whole perception of your surroundings….yeah thaaat good.

Let´s come to the very reason this blog was ripped out of oblivion and put into the spotlight of our decandent stage of self-manifestation. Simple, it is a sandbox for my mind, a place to hone my skills from just a bit above average to down right awesome.
Which skills, you might ask humble reader. Well my skills of…well…erhm…yeah…ehm… creativity I guess.

A not so long time ago I bought a book (Freaky I know). A friend of mine, of which I got a lot…okey some…at least I thi…hope so. Anyway you might encounter him if you decide to train your sticktudeness and keep reading this soon to be absolutely awesome blog. This book was about songwriting. It was a surprisingly small book. But well it kind of blew my mind. After reading this book, songs I already heard and loved for years suddenly were kind of shallow and dumb. Other Songs which I didn’t like suddenly shone in a light of serenity. It wasn’t so much that the content changed. What changed were all the little things, which I didn’t see before. The same words, though still carrying the same content suddenly said so much more or well…or not. The same words, carried a whole new meaning, not changing the content, but the perspective of the listener from which he heard, saw or experienced this song. As I read this book, I thought that I too, want to be able to do that. As fate might wanted to prevent this book was a how to book, something like songwriting for dummies.

Well here I am, exercising on stage. For you to applaud or through various vegetables at me. What I will do is taking two words. Adjective, verb, noun or whatever. It doesn’t matter. And I´ll combine them. Then I ´ll write, what ever comes to my mind, reading those to words.
I might need your help humble reader. You may post two words you combined in the commentary and I´ll try to usem in my next entry.

Sometimes I might post a bit of Object writing. Just something I scribbled down in ten minutes about any object which came to my mind. I´ll try to show you my perception of it. Your invited to throw some objects at me too…metaphorically of course.

A little warning at the end of this exhausting long introduction. English ain´t my mother tounge…shocker. I still try to write all my abominations of creativity in english, why? Ha! Honing two skills at once. Awesome right?! Right?! I can train my english texting and my skills of creativity, try to be that cool! Second my mother tounge ain´t my mother tounge either. I seem to be capable of chaining words and often they do seem to make some kind of sense for those people which might or might not listen to me, but sometimes it seems, like they don´t understand me…well a little bit more then sometimes…okey..occasionally…okay damit often to often! But fear not, I came to the conclusion that it ain´t my fault, it´s just that those listeners can´t keep up with my lightning fast thoughts. While they´re still crushing the skull with their bone hammer, I already invented…the electric bone hammer to crush the skulls.
It´s like the time the Beschkollo Kanadelles tried to invade earth but…well couldn’t find it because their navigator were my high school math teacher which kept miscalculating. Totally!  Right?! I knew you´d understand humble reader, only quick witted and near genius readers would read this blog…and your one of them…lucky you.

Ah one other thing…I don´t care about spelling or gramar what so ever…so suck it up!

So let´s start the magnificent rodeo of honing creativity skills and let our minds carry us to places no human has ever seen, cared to see or well… didn’t wanna see!