I have no words…
But, if there is a word I love to say, that is NIGHT! I love it! I am a bona fide rascal. I went out more nights than a garbage truck. When I bought a vacation package: six days and five nights, I say: remove the days, I’m going on a spree!
What happens actually is that I’m in the “Age of Metals”: silver hair, gold teeth and the other thing: lead … so now I travel. Six days and five nights.
And if I’m not travelling, I think.
Now I’m thinking.
The cow has four tits. Pigs sixteen. The descendants of the monkey, us, only two, and there’s room for at least another four. Not a good design, I believe. Provided they are women’s secret source of power over men -having the right tits often results in social and economic gain-, I think women would be more perfect with six knockers.
My sense on it:
If you have triplets, actually one has to go for dinner at the corner’s bar.
To fully excite a woman’s body usually requires prolonged stimulation. With six fun bags the foreplay would last longer, to only count them will take some pleasant minutes, and to unbutton a bra with three buckles and tease out the cups one by one, as if it were an egg carton, considerably would length the sexual preliminaries which facilitates penetration and provides women with arousal level sufficient to achieve orgasm.
On other hand, the balls. Another failed design.
If I would be in the role of a creator, they should come attached with Velcro. That way, when you want to ride a bike, take then off from where they use to be and glue them on top of the head. And wear a helmet.
And the balls. The eyeballs I mean.
Since we only have two, why put the two in the front? Wouldn’t it be better one facing forward and the other backward? Anyone to whom they stole the backpack knows what I’m talking about. In my case, I do not know my back. We can go to the moon but not see our back. That makes no sense.
And like that, many other parts of our body. A homespun design, a trivial example of evolutionary change.
I’m just back from India. Have you been there? Well, is a country a little weird … but it deeply hooked me. I was going for a week and I’ve spent there three full months. A cow placed herself in front the hotel door and I’ve been eating candy bars for ninety days. Cows do whatever they want. It’s like The Sanfermines. In slow motion.
Also people are very strange. I had a fakir, a dry guy, black and blue cured meat color, with a fat diaper on his head; and I asked him: What do you do? I eat crystals. I, for the nonce, packed away the glasses. For fuck’s sake, they are prescription glasses and for that one this would be a candy, in one nibble he fucks me two hundred Euros. After all the guy was freaky, freaky. He ate bulbs, stick himself needles and slept in a bed with the spikes up. I asked him why he did that. To suffer. Fuck, become a member of the Chicago Cubs and stop this nonsense.
And the food is not exactly spicy. It is a different concept. I ordered a curry dish “al curry” with curry sauce and garnished with curry, tasted a spoonful and it melted down two fillings. The waiter asked if I wanted a drink. Better bring me the extinguisher.
But then they also have shocking things. They have a river, the Ganges, sure you know, you are educated, it’s a holy river for them, so let’s see how I say it, politely… there’s shit in it to bore you! They go there to purify, not only them, the old bike, the washing machine, the stove, the grandpa’s body…
I’m going now to Antarctica. They say it’s almost as cold as Burgos in Spain.
Travelling & Thinking – Dugutigui’s free adaptation of a text by Leo Harlem