What a coincidental timing.
"Usual. No selling today. Too
tight."
Ana's lazy afternoon note:
'I nearlly escaped the death by a
skin of my teeth. The emotion which saved me was anger. Anger moved
my fingers. My fingers moved my almost frozen heart. At near death,
I felt a surge of hormone, different from Endolphine. Almost like
morphin. I guess, when the heart stops providing oxygen to the
brain, the brain start shooting something. Orphine? I knew the
name. I can not remember. Anyway, that's why people who died
naturally without trauma look so peaceful and even happy. That time
bomb like hormone relaxes the muscle. With technique of
medidtation, you can bring down your brain activity almost level of
zero. Is that what Buddha called Nirvana? Shit, I almost died. I
had better no do that shit again. I was almost choked to death.
Really scary...'
She had a cup of coffee.
"So, who had fun with Roubles
today? Good for you. He will come back with other shockings, I
bet."
"My brain is dead. Only fingers
are alive. And you, John?"
"My fingers are dead. My brain is
still ok, Ana."
"Putin is at level 17. We are at
level 109. A bit different level, no? Putin needs more friends. Or
lots of gold or oil."
Ana and Carl, both loved online
games like Lineage. One day Ana asked,
'Carl, why are you watching me
playing all the time? Am I so pretty?'
'No. Ha ha... You are rather good.
I think you might save me one day, baby sis.'
'Not bad today. Look... I went
through all the way. Homework done. Ta Ta.'
That night, Ana was winging all
night.
'My back hurts... my head hurts...
my fingers are numb...'
Her mum said,
‘ You had better
not play that boyish fighting game.’
Ana started hiccupping and shut
her mouth up.
"Do you fancy squid stir fry? I
will get some onions first."
"Ana, shall we close down our shop
as I ate quite a bit today."
"Yes, why not. I am just watching.
I have six sense about my brother. He might pop in tonight for his
lunch. As the 40 mention was quite something. I am waiting for his
offensive and deffensive battle. He is very offensive and very
deffensive, you know. By the way, where are you?"
"Still in the office. Logging
jobs, you know."
"I cooked some oden soup and sent
a text to Carl that I am cooking oden soup. He said whatever. He
knows the meaning of oden. Oden means 'Your magesty Sky' in
Japanese. Ha ha..."
"John, John, here he comes...
don't go near there... shit... he is gone now... wait..."
"The way he is getting in is
always so sneaky. He drops it down first. Hard. Then he pulls it
up. Sharp. Drop it. Pull it up again. Such a bastard, isn't he? I
tried to copy his style, but it's too fast for me. I almost broke
my fingers. At least I had developed arthritis on my wrist.
Paganini. He composed a piece to break other player's fingers."
"If you sell now, you are hooked.
You know what I mean..."
"I remember his unhappy face when
I finally bit him up. His tight mouth, grinding his molar teeth.
All old days when I was a child. I wonder he changed his habits by
now."
"Anyway, good night, John. Long
day..."
She pickep up another mobile.
"Sofia, how much is your margin
level?"
"952"
"Me too. Shall we hit the Fez
club?"
"Dress code?"
"Black tights and boots. No
make-up. Curly hair. Lip gloss, no sticks."
"Got you. What time?"
"Normal time."
"Bingo."
"See you then, darling. X"
Ana's little note before
dinner
'Oil price drops. Americans
started doing their usual stuff. Because Pakistan did not let them
to go through their country. What dirty pigs to kill those
children! Do I make myself clear about my pathological hatred of
Americans! They kill people, other people and their own people for
the oil.'
'If you are a normal American, I
have to ask you whether it makes sense to you. In order to make
money, do you have to constantly kill people? Of course not. You
make money, you make money. You don't have to kill people. So, why
do these Americans kill people? Because, they do not know
"Usual. No selling today. Too
tight."
Ana's lazy afternoon note:
'I nearlly escaped the death by a
skin of my teeth. The emotion which saved me was anger. Anger moved
my fingers. My fingers moved my almost frozen heart. At near death,
I felt a surge of hormone, different from Endolphine. Almost like
morphin. I guess, when the heart stops providing oxygen to the
brain, the brain start shooting something. Orphine? I knew the
name. I can not remember. Anyway, that's why people who died
naturally without trauma look so peaceful and even happy. That time
bomb like hormone relaxes the muscle. With technique of
medidtation, you can bring down your brain activity almost level of
zero. Is that what Buddha called Nirvana? Shit, I almost died. I
had better no do that shit again. I was almost choked to death.
Really scary...'
She had a cup of coffee.
"So, who had fun with Roubles
today? Good for you. He will come back with other shockings, I
bet."
"My brain is dead. Only fingers
are alive. And you, John?"
"My fingers are dead. My brain is
still ok, Ana."
"Putin is at level 17. We are at
level 109. A bit different level, no? Putin needs more friends. Or
lots of gold or oil."
Ana and Carl, both loved online
games like Lineage. One day Ana asked,
'Carl, why are you watching me
playing all the time? Am I so pretty?'
'No. Ha ha... You are rather good.
I think you might save me one day, baby sis.'
'Not bad today. Look... I went
through all the way. Homework done. Ta Ta.'
That night, Ana was winging all
night.
'My back hurts... my head hurts...
my fingers are numb...'
Her mum said,
‘ You had better
not play that boyish fighting game.’
Ana started hiccupping and shut
her mouth up.
"Do you fancy squid stir fry? I
will get some onions first."
"Ana, shall we close down our shop
as I ate quite a bit today."
"Yes, why not. I am just watching.
I have six sense about my brother. He might pop in tonight for his
lunch. As the 40 mention was quite something. I am waiting for his
offensive and deffensive battle. He is very offensive and very
deffensive, you know. By the way, where are you?"
"Still in the office. Logging
jobs, you know."
"I cooked some oden soup and sent
a text to Carl that I am cooking oden soup. He said whatever. He
knows the meaning of oden. Oden means 'Your magesty Sky' in
Japanese. Ha ha..."
"John, John, here he comes...
don't go near there... shit... he is gone now... wait..."
"The way he is getting in is
always so sneaky. He drops it down first. Hard. Then he pulls it
up. Sharp. Drop it. Pull it up again. Such a bastard, isn't he? I
tried to copy his style, but it's too fast for me. I almost broke
my fingers. At least I had developed arthritis on my wrist.
Paganini. He composed a piece to break other player's fingers."
"If you sell now, you are hooked.
You know what I mean..."
"I remember his unhappy face when
I finally bit him up. His tight mouth, grinding his molar teeth.
All old days when I was a child. I wonder he changed his habits by
now."
"Anyway, good night, John. Long
day..."
She pickep up another mobile.
"Sofia, how much is your margin
level?"
"952"
"Me too. Shall we hit the Fez
club?"
"Dress code?"
"Black tights and boots. No
make-up. Curly hair. Lip gloss, no sticks."
"Got you. What time?"
"Normal time."
"Bingo."
"See you then, darling. X"
Ana's little note before
dinner
'Oil price drops. Americans
started doing their usual stuff. Because Pakistan did not let them
to go through their country. What dirty pigs to kill those
children! Do I make myself clear about my pathological hatred of
Americans! They kill people, other people and their own people for
the oil.'
'If you are a normal American, I
have to ask you whether it makes sense to you. In order to make
money, do you have to constantly kill people? Of course not. You
make money, you make money. You don't have to kill people. So, why
do these Americans kill people? Because, they do not know
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