Thursday, January 3, 2013
Feeling number one good.
Amsterdam, 03 Jan. 2013,
I am not on the run today, nor do a experience the obnoxious feeling of the absence of friends, doesn't feel at all like paranoia can set in a t any given moment, all of a sudden the tongue of the Gods sounds once more familiar inside that Gringo - or was it Mzungu, Farang or whatever - skull of mine, the endless narative churning my brainscell inside out wether it is about dinosaurs, nazis or canibals, bankers in expensive Armani suits that annoy me beyond believe with their money grapping obsession, or world politics...
It is all gone today while I freak around with my paint, my number one good ladyfriend from twenty-five years in the making demure but comfortable in my house, sorting through my silver rings, a left-over from my market days, enjoying each other company though not talking much...
Seventy doomed Euro worth of rings disappear in her green shoulder bag and I decide I will take her downtown for dinner at my number one restaurant the Kam Yin in the Warmoestr....eating out tonite with my number one ladyfriend at my number one restaurant feeling number one good.
Thanks for all these years of number one friendship, Cesca!!! .
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
The petting zoo
If you happen to be in the neighborhood on wednesday - or thursday morning, feel free to come in for a look.
Oh yeah, and the text is Dutch for Merry X-mas and happy New Year
A twisted sense of obligation?
Amsterdam, 01 Jan. 2013.
Is it a twisted sense of obligation that send me to bed way before the 12.00 O'clock New Year's celebration in my beloved mokum last night, never mind that at this time of year the city has as always totally lost it's appeal to me, grey clouded overcast skies and shower after shower of heavenly piss forcing me indoors, not so patiently waiting for my next stay in King Bhumipol's Asian realm - under three weeks to wait, though -, still the new year's clebrations in this place are big fun...
But no, back to this twisted sense of obligation that send me to back early last night despite the massive aforementioned celebrations downtown, plenty of tourist p*ssy to pick up for a New Year's bit of the Adult's only game, a tourist lady on the back of my bike to my Westerpark located apartment that at this boring time of year is covered, walls and floor alike, with my nutty artwork, acrylic portraits on free Metro supplied newspaper pages, the worldwide crises has to be heeded with respect or else...Pas D'argent for drawing paper these days though an expensive return ticket to the Land of the Thais is still affordable for my meagre wallet...
But no, back that twisted sense of obligation instead of this nutcase psycho blogging babble, trying as always to make sense of that which is senseless to begin with, back to early nights and getting up early in a dark Dutch capital, brush my teeth and drag my still half asleep body downstairs to my waiting bicycle, prepare myself mentally for another New Year's day of hard work at the petting zoo, the animals need fodder and loving care, someone to clean their stables, shovel horse manure and goat shit, cow dung and cat shit....
Why didn't I say no to the manager who herself probably was enjoying the lillte pleasures of the New Year's celebrations right outside her front door...maybe I don't begrudge her her bit of fun but sitll, I seriously suffer from a twisted sense of obligation I fear...
Is it a twisted sense of obligation that send me to bed way before the 12.00 O'clock New Year's celebration in my beloved mokum last night, never mind that at this time of year the city has as always totally lost it's appeal to me, grey clouded overcast skies and shower after shower of heavenly piss forcing me indoors, not so patiently waiting for my next stay in King Bhumipol's Asian realm - under three weeks to wait, though -, still the new year's clebrations in this place are big fun...
But no, back to this twisted sense of obligation that send me to back early last night despite the massive aforementioned celebrations downtown, plenty of tourist p*ssy to pick up for a New Year's bit of the Adult's only game, a tourist lady on the back of my bike to my Westerpark located apartment that at this boring time of year is covered, walls and floor alike, with my nutty artwork, acrylic portraits on free Metro supplied newspaper pages, the worldwide crises has to be heeded with respect or else...Pas D'argent for drawing paper these days though an expensive return ticket to the Land of the Thais is still affordable for my meagre wallet...
But no, back that twisted sense of obligation instead of this nutcase psycho blogging babble, trying as always to make sense of that which is senseless to begin with, back to early nights and getting up early in a dark Dutch capital, brush my teeth and drag my still half asleep body downstairs to my waiting bicycle, prepare myself mentally for another New Year's day of hard work at the petting zoo, the animals need fodder and loving care, someone to clean their stables, shovel horse manure and goat shit, cow dung and cat shit....
Why didn't I say no to the manager who herself probably was enjoying the lillte pleasures of the New Year's celebrations right outside her front door...maybe I don't begrudge her her bit of fun but sitll, I seriously suffer from a twisted sense of obligation I fear...
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