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Cagh,cagh,Houston this is Vlad13 speaking,we have liftoff *tot ce veti citi in aceasta descriere este pura fictiune scrisa de mintea obosita a unui dependent de ciocolata*
So there I was in the middle of February, sitting at my usual table,in my local neighbourhood bar,waiting for the waitress to come tell me they’re out of coffee.Of course the blame’s all on me for it was I who drank the last 10 cups, not her, oh and on murphy, god i hate his laws.My eyes were the size of mature coconuts,eager for another cup of that wonderful black fluid,I was even willing to give the waitress a fat tip,a metro ticket,an ocb pack and last but not least,my signature AC\DC guitar pick.
You may be asking yourself: how does a seventeen year old boy wind up drinking half a galon of coffee at a loca bar.If you’re guessing he was having problems staying awake,you’re wrong,that’s my daily routine.Sorry for bursting your bubble, but not to worry I still have an exciting story to tell and I’m sure you’re willing to listen.So open up your ears ’cause you’re in for one hell of a story.
Snow angels.You lay flat on your back and move your arms and legs from side to side, pushing the newly laid snow away from yourself.Try as you might,you’ll never be able to get a perfect snow angel (god damn Murphy again) because of the armprint you leave in the snow when you get up.Love is the key to get a perfect snow angel.
Love?big word coming from a 10th grader huh?Love doesn’t have an exact definition,it’s not a thing you can put your thumb on it,love’s a hungry predator lurking in the shadows,waiting to get it’s best bite at you when less expcted.
So what’s the connection between snow angels and love?Consider this situation: You trip, fall on your back, and thus the first thing that pops in your frozen head is to make a snow angel.Now as i explained some rows behind, getting up is the hardest part, and that’s when she hits you.No,not love,fate, the shapeshifting godess that pulls you up on your feet.
So there you are face to face to the perfect being starring at you with her smiling eyes, with your back turned at the perfect snow angel.
I guess you’ve figured out by now, the one who took the fall I’m speaking about is me.
So there i was, frozen like a deer in the headlighst of a car, with my back stiff as a board, getting lost in the darkness of her wide opened eyes.Her lips so red, yet so natural, the cushioned landing strips for all the snowflakes in the city, or so ut seemed.You could tell that her body temperature was above average, as the snowflakes melted instantly on her lips, as if they were ashamed to change the natural colour of them, even for a fraction of a second.Her long dark hair was so straight, perfectly combed, it would have Cleopatra turn in her grave just to catch a glimpse of it.She was a fountain of neverending beauty making me sweat from tip to toe the very life force out of my pores.
And then she smiled, oh yes, she told me the story of Tristan and Isolda, Romeo and Juliet in just one millisecond.
So who was she?She was Anna Karenina.She was Juliet.She was Isolda.She was Bonnie.She was Annabel Lee.She was my mother.She was your mother.She was your girlfriend, she was temporary madness that errupted like an earthquake and then subsided, she was…she was you.

*cagh cagh*Houston,Vlad13 changed course for planet Earth.Mishion accomplished…sorf of..over and out*cagh cagh*

pilotul si-a cam pierdut indemanarea asa ca ne cerem scuze pentru eventualele neplaceri cauzate de turbulentele literare intalnite.Va multumim ca ati zburat cu 2shae airlines.

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