Hollland, Amsterdam,
01 July 2010.
This is too weird to deal with though it happens all the time to me, my heart beating way too fast with excitement, simply sitting here in shock while my consciousness is transported across the fast recesses of my Farang mind...
Past the Sleazy Corner, that part of my gray brain mass where women pose for me in erotic encounters of the past, past F*cked-up Mind, the part of my mental realm that got serious brain damage by the ferquent use of a couple of decenia of haevy illegal substances and King Alcohol's crazy promises, past Soul of Mercy, the part of my these little gray-colored cells that always makes me cry remembering all these poor illiterate and under-educated Hot Mommas that shared my male physical excistence for a couple of hours of sweaty work...
I am transported across nearly half a century of walking and crawling across Mother Earth in a human form, past all my lifetime experiences.. far away from this endless long queue of foreign tourists waiting patiently under a stifling hot sun for their turn to wander the famous Acherhuis where once a young Jewish girl wrote her diary while hoping desperately not to get discovered by the German Nazi swines but who ended up dying a horrible death in the death camps of a foreing invader...
Away from present time where the Dutch political world struggles to get a new covernment in blatantly ignoring the extreme rightist party of Geert Wilders though he was the Big Winner in last month`s elections...but then The Government`s Bankrumpcy can only mean REELECTION which is no option for Holland under the present circumstances...
I sail past my voluntary job at the Kinderboerderij, past my problems with that Shetland Pony called Niño, The Little Devil In Disguise....
I go fast and furious past Crazy Hans who has been selling his aquarels right next to me for nearly a quarter of a century, the man who is known as The Practical Joker, the Specialist of Amsterdam Humor...
I have no idea where this mental trip will end, exploring these dusty corner of my mind....I need customers real quick or else there will be no emotional release fore me untill I am fifty-four.
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