Welcome to my World said the Spider to a Fly

There it goes, buzzing around, minding its own business, going about its daily business with not a worry in the world. Merely a little pest, that can rest assured it will be at no risk unless it meddles with someone else's affairs.

Ti's a wise pest that little fly..for it cant be fooled.

Or so it thinks.

The fly's father told it of all the hazards life might pose to a fly, all the perils it might throw its way.

Do not be fooled by the allure of the Venus Fly Trap, for it can be deadly.

Always stay light on your feet, don't get too comfortable in one place, for its inevitable that you will have to go somewhere else. don't trust the ground under your feet. The only thing you can trust, are your wings. train them.

The only place you can feel comfort and security, is in the air where you report to no one, where your only enemy is gravity, and you were created to beat it , For God gave you wings.

Beware the Hazards of Bugspray...all it takes is one breath

The Fly took these lessons to heart, promised itself it will never be seduced by stability, for stability is nothing but the beginning of the fall.

*Buzz Buzz*

Probably if flies could whistle, our little fly would be right now. un-suspicious of anything in the world, in total confidence of its capabilities and judgement.

A little too cocky ain't we?

Ego...

Across the room, in the highest corner...laid a Web, intricately built, with patience and perseverance.

Attention to detail and infinite symmetry would be putting it lightly.

Along came a Spider, crawling effortlessly on what to many would be the tightrope above the waterfall.

No sticks for balance,

No arms for equilibrium,

Just an eight legged freak, cruising on the almost invisible.

I never knew these things were so durable, its very rare maybe even unique to find biological tissue that is actually non-biodegradable. I heard they make bulletproof vests out of spiderwebs,

You may crush the Web, you may remove it from its place, yet you can never cut a strand...not even with scissors, I tried...

*Buzz Buzz*

Our vain little fly was consumed with smelling its armpits ( in this case wingpits) that it didn't notice it was head on with a Spiderweb ( so much for compound eyes)

You had to see it, in slow motion, from the side...just like those crash tests with the dummies.

Denial...

You can watch the fly almost jetting through it like a bullet, but in the last second before it is free, just when the fly is pushing the Web to the limit of its flexibility...you see the whole web stretching with it.

And finally pulling back........

DOOM!

that's how the fly felt......

Nailed!

that's what the Spider thought....

Who put this Web here? why would a silly spider put a web my way...can't it realize i have somewhere to go? Damn these spiders...always messing with our schedules? I'll give that spider a piece of my mind when i see him..who the Hell does he think he is!!!?

Anger...

The Fly trying to writhe out of the situation, only to realize the more it writhes, twist and squirms, the deeper it entrenches itself into the bulletproof fabric...This is where our arachnid makes his initial appearance...

As it approaches the fly, it becomes more composed, more certain of its role...

The fly, can smell the Arachnid approaching,

So sweet..so different..

What you are actually smelling o little winged one is the familiarity of your fate..

You mean this is my end? does it all end here? Please dont let this be the end? i swear ill do anything.. ill come back every night but please let me go about my day...dont take my freedom away..i want to fly as i please..do what i please, ill be yours but ill do what i please..

Bargaining...

It recalls Papafly's with every effort, and is befallen by an unescapable fear of dissapointment, and shame..how dare I fall utters the fly...I am so much better? I am doomed..this spider will keep me in his webs..and only he can release me...when it does..it will be lunchtime for him...and endtime for me..

How i wish i would have done more...

How i wish i wouldn't have waited, thinking i have all the time in the world...

How i wish i wasnt so vain...

How i wish i would've watched where i was going..

Fine..go ahead...take me...

Depression....

I wont take you, not unless you want to be taken...all i do is set the trap, you fall in it..if you didnt, then i dont want you, this is my way of selection..that is how i select my prey..you passed the test, or you failed depending on which way you want to look at it.

Accept your fate,

It is what is meant to be..

As it is meant to be that you be taken wether you like it or not, It is meant to be that i take..wether i like it or not..

Isnt it possible that i might like being taken than doing the taking myself..

Its my nature,

I can't fight it...

Don't fight yours..

It's futile...

You wont win...

I wont win...

Fate wins..

in the meantime, welcome to my World, a world where everything hangs on a thread..yet stuck together by an intricate web...The Web is strong, but you can hardly see it, or feel its effect. Follow the lines and you will go wherever you want, whenever you want..the road has been already paved for you.

All is controlled...

My control..

Dont you find it appealing?

Dont you find it comforting?

Calm down...its not chaotic as you think, in fact it is not chaotic at all.

Its an Ante-World..a Purgatory..without the judgment, without the Punishment.

its seemingly chaotic, but actually theres an order to it.

Its the fear in you that brings about the chaos..

the fear of change..

the fear of losing control

The fear blinds you...it convinces you that it is chaotic, thats how it is seen from the outside, it makes it seem unappealing to others.., hence they flee...for they are superficial, and judge by exteriors..

you need not be afraid, look at the bliss others miss..

Do not fear losing control..

You need not be in control..leave that burden to me and enjoy..

I am in control

Trust me...

How do you like it?

Acceptance....

Boys Wanted

Boys of spirit, boys of will,

Boys of muscle, brain and power,
Fit to cope with anything,
These are wanted every hour.





Not the weak and whining drones,
Who all troubles magnify;
Not the watchword of “I can’t,”
But the nobler one, “I’ll try.”



Do what you gotta do,
With a true and earnest zeal,
Bend your sinews to the task,
Put your shoulders to the wheel.



Though your duty may be hard,
Look not on it as an ill,
If it be an honest task,
Do it with an honest will.



In the workshop, on the field,
At the desk, wherever you be,
From your future efforts, boys..
Comes a Nation’s destiny.

Hamlet : Revisited

Posted upon personal request:

"I saw him today, it was too surreal, this never happened I never thought it would..

Where was fate today, called in sick? it never should

Never should have happened, this abomination of destiny...

When a man meets his fathers killer, and greets him with intensity,

The sort you save for a cherished guest,

Or the riddance of a confounded pest,

Why do you ask? why should a man be put in this mess,

For it is expected of that man, to be in love with excess,

excess success, excess possessions,

enough to drown him, from the need of confessions.

He dream t of War and dream t of Peace,

Unvanquished victory, and the fighting would cease,

The looting of spoils for it is fair game,

But War and Peace to him were the same,

Same battle same enemy, not against orc or elf...

The War , The Peace were both with oneself..

The Spoils extravagant, the Satisfaction a plenty,

His wealth two folded, multiply it by twenty,

A Nimrod created to walk the earth,

An evil beast, destined from birth,

The same beast who loved and cared,

For his prized possessions which he always shared,

Cleansing the dirt he feels and no one sees,

His passion for Goodness, apparently would fill up streams,

Along the way, he made some friends, but always more enemies,

One would haunt him and rid the world of his felonies,

The One that would haunt him, always overlooked,

Expecting it to come from the owners of the Billions you took,

The Billions you took, looted and plundered..

Their cries in your heart, never really thundered,

But O what is Money next to The Soul of a man,

The Soul of a man, who did all he can,

All he can to live, and constantly provide,

for his Son was raised on principle and pride,

His Son has always sworn to bring you down,

And so he starts his journey to your town,

On a Dark Knight in the Hazy Shades of Winter he asks him about his Unfulfilled Dreams,

About Chances, first and second, for nothing is what it seems,

About your Choices, black or white, your lessons from the highway,

Do you regret you did things your way?

Dont you see the anger, the anguish your choices made?

Cant you see how much it cost? and the price to be paid?

A Lifetime of Parting, Crusaders will Raid?

Intruders meddling, they will always ask..

For Loving a brother instead of another is no easy task.

You chose yourself over your own brother,

You shamed yourself, You shame your mother,

How dare you kill him, what would be the excuse,

my dear dear uncle,they are of no use..

let your billions help you..let them help you squirm..

But beleive me O old one, in hell you will burn..

I vowed revenge from the day i knew..

But wouldnt that make me just as bad as You..."

Picture This

A Black Camaro SS with with racing stripes, ferociously thumping against a stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. The day couldnt be more sunny. Its hot, but the speed brings about a cooling breeze, mixed with the heat coming from under the hood, it gives the driver a bitter sweet sensation.

The playful sensation brings about playful thoughts. Love and Hate are one and the same, both feelings, both can be experienced with intensity. Both reassure the same fact, you are alive, and you feel..

You hate standing in line, its painful, and partially degrading..but the pain of it, the degradation, reassures you that the reason you are standing is important enough for you to go through the pain. Masochism, maybe..

For as far as he can see, its nothing but road, road and a horizon of endless desert and clear blue skies, a couple of gliding birds, hawks maybe even vultures scouring the dichromatic image of blue and yellow. He knows where he is going. He has never been more sure of a destination in his life. The journey cannot be more perilous. Its vast, its desolate and if he stops, theres no where to go.

To top it all off, hes low on fuel. He consumed alot of it on other pointless journeys.

This one isnt pointless.

Its probably the most significant of them all.

He thought the same about all of them.

However,

Never before has he seen such determination from himself,

Never before has he tolerated such perils..he doesnt even flinch,

If the car putters out of gas, he has no problem pushing it the rest of the way.

If he gets too tired, he will abandon it and keep walking, he can get another one when hes there.

If he gets too heavy for his legs to carry, he will lose weight by chopping an unnecessary limb.

He must get there,

Its what he dreamed of acheiving all his life, and nothing of what he dreamed of in the same time.

He knows this is it, because that is what his tongue told him.

He never doubts his senses.

Yes the Bottle is made of glass..

Yes the label reads Heinz

Yes the condiment is red,

But he knows Mustard when he tastes it...

He wants mustard, He loves the bitterness, the playful taste, how bitter and ominous it can be only to releive you with smoothness afterwards.

He can't find mustard anywhere...

He only found it inside a bottle of ketchup.

Ketchup is cool though, everyone thinks Ketchup is the Condiment, he doesnt..

to him its only good on fries..yet he still eats fries with salt and pepper.

everyone thinks hes after ketchup, but is afraid to admit it , to retain coolness and originality.

But beleive it or not

he hates ketchup

and hes persuing mustard disguised as ketchup.

Twas the Man in the Turban that told him of the legendary Ketchup looking Mustard. He hates Turbans, but was intrigued..

He wants Mustard...

He needs Mustard..

He values it to the extent that hed want to keep it from the world, so what better mustard to indulge in, than one that disguises itself as an ordinary condiment...

Ketchup... he traveled the far corners of the world to get this special mustard, he pseudomorted in mexico, congregated with Arms Dealers in Europe, was almost bitten by a rattle snake, was burnt in a car accident, was run over by a runaway smiling japanese car colored like the sky, subjected to carvel like sexual harassment, engaged in unruly celebrations of hate... had an army of dancing overlords chase him in a parking lot..took up an alias, lived in cheap motels, had all his personal belongings thrown out of his window, temporarily deafened, attacked by wild ants in the woods, fallen out of an airplane above the city, crossed three countries in one day, catered to the whims of an Excloosive princess...

He'd go for so much more,

This is nothing next to how much he loves mustard..

Mustard makes him feel like The One,

Mustard makes shit taste like steak..

Mustard soothes him,

Mustard sends him secret messages in the middle of the day

Mustard would stay up all night in preparation to feeding him the next day

Mustard pleases him,

Mustard smothers him..

Mustard helps him inhale both air and smoke

Mustard helps him exhale both air and smoke

It makes him buff up and lose weight

It devours his old T-shirts with Stains, and makes him buy new ones

And this is merely the beginning...

Picture This, Your life is a Burger, We are all born with burgers, the same, the burger in a bun..what we do with our lives is the filling, some add cheese, some add pickles, some add lettuce, some tomatoes, some all , some leave it plain, some a combination.

But all, without exception must have a sauce on top to actually make it an edible burger..

a livable life..

33rd Floor, Six windows from the Right

On the 33rd Floor, Six windows from the right stood a man. A man with tall wavy black hair, all coiffed up in a hairdo quite similar to that kid who does superman in smallville. The man was quite tall, almost filling the entire length of the panoramic floor to ceiling windowpane. Dressed in a black pants and a crisp white shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned, you can tell hes back from a glamorous night. He stood by the window, perching his right forearm on the pane, The left one balled up into a fist and resting on his waist. You could tell from his face that he was in a deep state of pondering, not thinking, but pondering. There's a difference you see, Well according to him, cause that is what he always told anyone who would dare intrude on his thoughts.

For Thinking, is you recollecting a particular event, assessing it or your performance, or someone elses performance in reaction, the effect of it, and then an expected course of action about it if its not yet settled. You are in control, and mentally occupied by a particular and specific, maybe even pending event.

Pondering, on the other hand..is Wandering ( that is probably why they rhyme) into the fields of your mind, thinking about whatever your conscious throws up to you. You arent in control, you arent thinking of something in specific, and hell you arent determined on conjuring up some sort of resolve.

Anyways, now back to that man at the window on the 33rd floor, sixth window from the right. He's a doctor. a heart surgeon actually. not exactly the most famous but slowly on his way there. Which in itself is quite an accomplishment for his age. His pondering was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was one of those knocks that are followed by an opening door, they merely inform you of someone coming in rather than requesting your permission. An Elizabeth Shue type walked into the room dressed in home comfy clothes walked in. She wore grey sweatpants and a wool-like V neck Cardigan that fell at the right shoulder. If it was hers then she probably lost copious amounts of weight if the label read "Tight Fit". She walked into the room Cautiously yet warmly...maybe even sympathetic, but you can tell it wasnt her fault.

"So how was it?" She asked
He was open to answering, but was interrupted by the sound of a vibrating phone on the plush Duvet covering the bed. It was the Hospital calling. Its probably an emergency. Frustrated, he picks the phone up, slips it into his pocket and leaves.

On his drive over to the Hospital, in his Sporty Volvo..he had flashbacks, images of Elizabeth Shue allowing herself to sit on the Bed, and nestling her hands in her lap, showing her apparent attentiveness. How he should've looked there , when all he can look at and ponder about is why is a cable repairman on the building across working on a rooftop at 1am in the morning dressed in a white gown.."Probably some lunatic" he thought..
While parking in the Hospital's lot, he was about to run over a hobo while reversing into his reserved parking spot. He cursed at him and at his likes, thinking as to why dont they just get a job, or better yet commit suicide.

He walks into the Hospital Hallway, so full of himself. He is in his element, after years of studying and literally looking into the insides of people, so why shouldnt he be full of him self. He has achieved what so many have yearned for and failed. He cures people, gives them second chances in life..helps them fight something looming to take away their life, and are helpless..he makes miracles, he is divine.
He knows that thinking like that is downright wrong, but he just cant help it..plus, he is entitled,or if someone were to be allowed to think in this manner, it ought to be him. A little voice inside of him on the other hand tells him he will be punished for his thoughts, especially if he does act upon them, even if subtly. He fears that if God shows him who really is divine, he wont be able to handle it. He shelfs the thought in his head, right between "where to take Elizabeth Shue this Christmas" and " What was the effect of Exenetides on the gastro-intestinal centers of the CNS". He is prepped by his medical team on the patient he has to operate on. He asks very short questions the answers of which are shot back to him by a woman in green scrubs taking her job way to seriously and in a tone similar to a National Security Advisor briefing the president about a Nuclear Crisis. He finally walks through the door of the operating room which he secretly nicknamed the pearly gates.. for whomever is rolled into here on a stretcher is guaranteed heaven by his mere touch...
nasty thoughts, nasty thoughts...i should shelf them he thought...

With "La Donna E Mobile" booming out of a small boom box in the corner, he stands elbows out.. palms facing in at the height of his chest, waiting to be fitted with latex. pulls up the mint flavored mouth guard and works his magic.

the gloves were all bloodied up, scalpel in hand , with the patient gutted open like a fish, he was whistling to the tune and enjoying his handiwork.. he notices peculiar movement from the corner of his eye, he imagined the patients head move. he pauses...checks the ECG, heart rate stable and normal for someone under anaesthetic.
Just as he was about to put the scalpel to the patients Aorta, he hears a groan...
"did someone just groan?"
"No doctor".
The scalpel makes contact with the artery..he hears a chuckle..followed by a very eerie.."Stop..that tickles"
He just Jolted...and the scalpel falls out of his hand into the patient's insides..
"Shit!"
The medical team stares at the Doctor in awe, they are in the presence of legend...how can he slip up like that.. the lady with the Natsec tone tries to assure himself by wondering how much stress he must be under and asks him, "Doctor, are you tired?"
One of the Junior residents holds a flash pen and is cautiously looking for the scalpel inside the patient while the Doctor pauses and collects his cool. He closes his eyes only to see a face.. A white, pale wrinkled face with a sombre stare. its the patients face...
"Have we met before?" asks the doctor
"yes..a few hours ago"
"you were at the Gala Dinner?"
"No later.."
He just realized that he is having a mental conversation with a patient he is currently operating on, he really is loosing it..
"Doctor we are loosing him!!"
The Doctor snaps out of it.. and issues a salvo of orders ranging from extra adrenaline dosage to jump start the soon to be carcass on the operating table, and to start up the refiblirators to give him a charge.
the Natsec Resident interrupts the Doctor, objecting to the order, telling him that the patient has been comatose for a few weeks, revival is impossible.
"how? he said he was just with me.."
"DOCTOR!"
- flatline-

The eerie humming beep of the ECG always did haunt him...it is a bell that tolls when he fails......
he snaps the latex glove off his hand, and tosses it into the patients gut as if he were a wastebasket. Walks away..semi nauseous, and utterly dazed by what happened to him in there, and how he lost it.
trying to make sense of it all he walks into the elevator in his now bloodied scrubs..forgetting to change..
he presses the button for the ground floor.
Elevator doors close...
Elevator descends..
lights out...
Elevator stops between floors..
the lights flicker back again but dimmer than before...but keep flickering in a strobe light kind of effect. he sees the patient...standing next to him, smiling..with his gut opened up yet nothing falling out..the patient reaches into his chest cavity, starts moving things around and pulls out from his insides a bloodied glove and scalpel and tosses them at the Doctor's feet.
"I think these belong to you.."
The Doctor, fear stricken and close to a heart attack just stares..
"Why are you doing this to me" yells the Doctor
"Im not doing anything to you..You'd be silly to imagine the world revolves around you..oh well, what do you expect from a Nimrod like you...but while we're at it, thanks for the lovely job..my wife will love it im sure.."
And just while he was about to walk off..The Doctor stops him...
"Wait!....where did i see you before..?" inquired the Doctor.
" I was up there on that building...i saw you in the window pondering...33rd Floor, 6 windows from the Right.."

Reign on Me

He looked alot like Stuart Townsend, but a far more exhausted version. He sat in the corner of the room. The room was padded with worn out greenish brown wallpaper that even looked too tacky the decade it was rolled on. It was tattered and torn to form a makeshift collage between it and the wall it is supposed to blanket.

The faucet in the bathroom was dripping. So was the drool in the corner of his mouth.

He just sat there, in an upright fetal position chin resting on his knees, and his arms hugging his calves..

With his cold blatant stare glaring outside the window...the chaotic view of the street from the fourth floor wasnt all that flattering. he didnt budge an inch when the tram passed by the cheap hotel. You would think he was catatonic. but something about his eyes tells u he has no problem moving and this state is merely induced by choice. The look of Despair on his face was unmatched.

The black telephone set on the bedside table rang. its headset shook from the vibration induced by the ringing bell. it just kept ringing, he didnt budge.

Ten minutes later, someone is knocking on the door persistently.

A muffled voice came from behind the wooden door.

"Mr. Riddick are you okay?"

"Mr. Riddick please open the door"

Finally, he budges..he lets out an booming growl, and leaps from his crouching position to the emergency stairwell right out of the window, and slowly descends to the street. A few minutes of walking mechanically down the street , menacing at every onlooker. He walks into a club entrance called "Cesspool 8" , the bouncer with a deep commanding town asks him for a reservation. He just stares at him expecting the bouncer to understand he doesnt have one.

The Bouncer examines Riddick one more time to see if he can let him in, the guy looks like he could use some fun...is he a threat to the crowd? hmm... well only if provoked....the bouncer thought, but he stinks, smells like he hasnt showered in weeks. The shirt is drabby, sneakers...sorry dude, wish i could help...managements orders.

"Sorry sir, you cant come in without a reservation"

"I could really use a drink...."

The bouncer sympathizes with him,

"Theres a bar a few blocks down, ask for Sid...tell him Hank sent you."

Riddick heads towards the general direction of the Bar. he passes by the alley behind Cesspool 8. he sees something ruffling in the darkness. As he approaches he can smell the scent of two people in heat. They barely notice him, they are too preoccupied with what they were doing. With the girl cornered up on the wall by the man, Kissing wildly, she couldnt have the chance to warn the man with what peril was looming behind him.

In less than a second, the mans hand that was leaning on a wooden plank for support is struck dead in its center with a blade, you can hear the blade finally striking the wood after it penetrated the entire depth of his hand.

He screams in Pain. The Pain makes him buckle to the floor. The Girl is paralyzed in fear.

a raspy male voice sings in his head "Ohh Mary...Mary, it doesnt show but i can tell that you're so scared!"

He stares at the Girl...tries to comfort her..

"His name!"

"Howie, Howie Meyers"

The man on the floor is pleading for someone to get the knife out of his hand. Riddick twists it. the man passes out from the pain.

" Give me your ID",

she complies..."Now i know where you live...you say anything, i will come for you..now go home.."

He takes Howie's clothes, and knocks on the alleyway entrance..

the peephole slides back...he sees a set of black eyes.

"Howie Meyers" he days

The Slide goes back to its original position. a few seconds later, metal clanking and the door opens. he walks in and is hospitably gestured to come in and enjoy his stay by the owner of the black eyes. The Club is Eerily inviting, with its black marble floors, and green luminecent tubes turn every crack into something out of a science fiction movie, the lighting although quite neopunkish is far from distracting. theres a rail..as he approaches he can tell he will like what he sees. He walks closer to the rail..the music raging in his ears, thumping at his heart..moving all his internal organs,

Dum

Dum

Dum...

"Pause"

"He can see the people!"

Dadududududududududududududududm

"Enter the melody"...

Riddick's state far surpasses Euphoria, with his new clothes and new identity, hes transformed himself into another man. He owns, the Dancefloor, the people on it, The DJ...everyone. The Music has given him that power, for he who enjoys the music the most, and allows it to touch his soul is the most powerful of all of them. He modeslty approaches the bar to congregate with his slaves. a pretty one notices him and his loud velvety red shirt and italian seam black trousers.

"Kate.."

"Howie.."

Back in the Hotel room, everything is Dark, not how he left it at all. He left all the lights open and the TV on, now its pitch black. the bed is made, the faucet isnt dripping anymore, it actually smells fresh. The Door is swung open violently to the extent it nearly rips off of its hinges. A man carrying a woman perched up on his chest fumble around the neighbouring walls, chuckling..and she is squealing mid chuckles. They land on the bed. As he begins to undress her, she turns on the lamp.

He Stops.

Runs to the corner and sits just like how we first met him.

She goes to sit next to him, ruffles his hair and asks him what is wrong.

"Shes gone..." he said..

"who?"

"Cheryl.."

"Cheryl who..?"

he looks at her all wide eyed and angry... and yells "You' arent Cheryl!"

"Man you got issues, i am outta here.."

As she rises up to leave, he slits her heels with his blade, first they rip through her mesh stockings, then the skin.....then the artery, hes messy...he ended up with blood specks on his nose.

"You Freak!" She shrieked while she tried to grab onto anything for dear life.

He observed what he carved up out of her after he was finished. like a craftsman finally assessing his handiwork, like an artist admiring his finally finished portrait. he felt power, followed by doubt,

Remorse,

Pain.....

He remembered why he does that.

He misses Cheryl.

Cheryl used to light up his life, the source of his livelihood , she'd make the world beautiful. her power to solve any of his problems with a mere smile. She was everything to him, baby, girl, woman, teacher, even mother sometimes. he realized he had never lived before he met her.

What surprised him is, the first time he whispered i love you into someones ear was in a girl called Cheryl...not her , but another Cheryl, when he was a young boy.

The first time he had a car accident , was with a girl named Cheryl as well.

His most recent Car accident , was with Cheryl.

Only he survived.

fifteen minutes later, his reminicing session was interrupted by violent knocking on the door.

"Mr. Meyers, we heard screaming is everyone in there okay?"

"Mr. Meyers, please open the door".

- Thanks to Marilyn Manson for the lyric and the general feel of the post, And thanks to the real Cheryl, who should know she has the power to do that-

The Legend of the Man in The Long Black Coat and Gailee Zucchini

It sort of started like this:-

On a Friday afternoon, a Man in a long black coat walks into their dreary town. He seems to have crossed quite a distance, as he has gathered up different layers of dust on his clothes. his face always covered by shadows, be it the shadow from a leering building, or a nestling tree, he was always hidden in a sillhoutte of scarce shade in a very sunny and dusty town.
The weather was hot and dry..dusty but the water in the brook was high for this time of the year..
Gailee walks out on the porch with a dish under her arm full of fresh washed clothes. with washing line clips in her mouth she was ready for her battle with the hurricane of a breeze , and the dust it brings along with it. She saw the Man, no...actually she just saw the coat..walking by the brook. his footsteps rustling the dust settled on the bank. His pace reminded her of a Black Bull she once saw when she was a child. A memory of strange times in a stranger land, long forgotten.

Not a Word, not goodbye , not even a note...
She was gone with the man in a long black coat..

That night they had a celebration at the town hall. people were singing, dancing or merely hanging around...they were all there, young old , frail robust, everyone in town.
He made another appearance. At the forefront of the hall, stood the man in the long black coat..with a peaceful sneer on his face, looking at the townsfolk, he suddenly looked at her.
He Winked
Gailee blushed,
The Townsfolk noticed,
The Man left
Gailee ran out discreetly to avoid any further embarasment .
Hes Gone.. but then she notices something out of place , something lying on the white gravel...
A Little Black Book...
She picks it up and peers in side..its empty, but it has a dedication on the first page..it said
"To Gailee..." . Something inside of her moved, shifted, she never got a gift from someone before..at least not someone like that..she gathers up whatever awareness she has and tries to hide the fact that she is daydreaming her mind out about him.
As she enters into the hall again..she notices that he has stirred up quite the commotion.
"Who is this, this man in a long black coat,"
What business does he have in our little town?"
She smiled in the corner, knowing something that nobody else knew...it was a done deal..

It aint easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat,
She gave her heart to the man, in the long black coat.

The next day, the preacher was talking, he gave a sermon saying that every man's concience is vile and depraved, you cannot depend on it to be your guide..it is you O human that must keep it satisfied..

Some body said, from the Bible..he'd quote,
There was Dust on the Man in the long black coat.

McGraw, the Town Bully...came up to the man...and told him to flee town, he is no longer welcome. The Man bent over to Mcgraw and whispered something into his ear,turned around and left the church. Mcgraw's face reddened, and he followed the man outside. all the onlookers went outside to see what was going on. The Man and Mcgraw went over the hill.

Silence...
The man emerges from behind the hill...heading east..
McGraw does not..

There are no mistakes in life, some people say...
it is true sometimes you can see it that way...
People don't live or die, people just float
She Went with the man, in the long black coat,

Theirs smoke on the Water, its been their since June,
Tree trunks uprooted beneath the high cresent moon,
Feel the pulse and vibration, and the rumbling force,
somebody is out there, beating on a dead horse,

She never said nothing, there was nothing she Wrote, she went with the man in the long black coat..

Thanks Bob, i Owe you

Some Fucking Nostalgia

This isn't exactly what i signed up for,
I expected less, I expected simple..
I expected having my own little world, with the people i chose, and shut out the rest completely.
I don't like the world i see, and hell i can't do anything about it.
How am i supposed to make do?
I guess ill have my own little bubble...where the fantasies that fueled my smiles when i was 7 return...to fuel my squints, winks, and maybe even smirks...
But they wont even let me blow my own bubble and live inside it. They all don't want me to find happiness.
Yes i am blaming them, because my interests do not harm theirs...but theirs do harm mine
Who is the bad guy now?
Seebooni fe 7aali........ana geet gamboko?
In my quest i have seen, met and heard the wierdest sights, the strangest people and the absurdest statements, and i wonder again, how did i end up into all of this.

The Beach: its exactly like the good old days when id pick my surfboard (yes i did have washboards one day) to catch a wave, you wait for it, go with the flow and let it take you to the shore where you want to go. but then something happens, the wave is wilder than you expected...the tip of your board rises too high...you cant keep your balance, and you are engulfed back first into the wave in its final battle in futile fury...
You try to resist, and realize that its not exactly the best idea, you let go...wondering where you will end up...and you end washed up on the shore with alot of sand in your swimsuits, hair, and even in your mouth. you look at yourself and say.......okay, this isnt exactly what i had in mind, and you ask yourself why did i take this wave?
The problem is, the analogy isnt even correct, cause in reality you only get one wave... but its what the wave does to you that best describes it..

1. a looming tower of water that intrigues you to take it
2. a wild ride
3. a Very sandy landing
4. a dissapointing destination with possible damage

Question is, am i dissapointed?

You see i love building fortresses in the sand too but i always hated having the sand stuck between my nails, the problem with playing in the sand is, it gets pretty messy...but hey you are there...so why dont u just play in the sand...humans are ground creatures, if they were meant to conquer the sea, God would have created them with fins...or even gills...plus a fortress on the shore will last..till the tide at least, or some wad zareef who will kick it once u leave the beach as for the wave...its gone after u ride it...only to be replaced by another...

and another...
and another..

The Commute: sometimes, your job takes you across town, sometimes across the street, and alot of the times across the world, the last two cant really be called a commute, so ill stick to the first one. In a city loaded with traffic, you always have two paths, the direct one which is predictable, secure, yet normal, the easy route..and then theres the other way out, the one with the wierd sights..the risky weaving through traffic, and the stupid slow drivers in the way. Very stressful, not always guaranteed to take you where you want to go without significant damage to both your car and mood, but law salka...beteb2a SALKA...and you will get to where you want to go with your navy blue Jalopy faster than the next mofo with the fastest and reddest Ferrari in town.
You can take it, the beggining of the route beckons...you look at your watch and assume, its a win or lose situation could be salka or could be hell. You take it...
mid way you realize it was a wrong move. should you repeat your mistake and take another shemal fe yemeen on a parallel route? or just eat the toast you burnt?
I mean you can always be just late and blame it on traffic...
yet all roads lead to Rome...
No matter which route you take, you will always get where you want to go.

The Dinner: sometimes, your Social life takes you to sit down and have dinner with different people, some of them are pleasant, and leave an impression making you want to repeat it. some of them arent all that proper and you lose the number as soon as you close your car door. Some of them recommend a dish, engage in talk that you just don't want the night to end...to the extent that the restaurant manager doesnt want you to leave and asks for your number to give him pointers..Not because he thinks you are the shit...its because who you are with makes you the shit...
and some of them kill the flower on the table, or put their feet up, emit gastrointestinal noises mid-meal, or just lunge at you in the middle of a no longer discreet arguement and make you wonder how did u end up here exactly?
Despite all that, there is always the eternal dilemma of what dish to choose...
everything sounds delicious on the menu...but alot of the time when the dish is served on the plate right between your fork and kinfe you ask yourself...did i order this? Hell i dont want that...should i ask the waiter to take it back? what if he spits in it? will i have to pay for it and the other thing i ordered?
or should i just eat what i have been served...some people cant afford a grain of rice in Africa.

However, Them africans have access to shitloads of Diamonds, you could have just taken the bridge, or build that fortress on higher ground where the tide, and the 3eyal habla cant really reach it. And there is always the option of taking another street, catching another wave, or waiting till your next meal.

Smashing!

Pumpkins,

yeech! but this one is no ordinary Pumpkin, this one is a bullet with butterfly wings...my reflection in the mirror, born of love and cast through light...don't you know we cannot die...you can live with this one where no one will watch you on your way home...

This one, like no other... holds a bass guitar,
This one honors the family name better than the hockey star...
This one dresses like a star, always makes a statement, even if its just with shoes...
She will never be replaced, although someone has taken her place..
No Hole can ever fill her place...
We can never forget your cries in Zero...
to which we all think of you as a Hero

D'arcy Wretzky..this Post is for you,...strike the chords forever...

dedicated to the Three D'arcys , the Zeitgiest, Sukie and all the Smashing Pumpkins fans out there.

For God & Country...
2allak 2edrab...

20 Questions

Nope, not the game, these are 20 questions i am truly sick and tired of hearing:

Q1: Are you Happy?
A: I guess
What I really mean: You don't see me jumping off a bridge and leaving a fucking note now do you?

Q2: Whats new?
A: Not much...
What I really mean: You'd be truly pathetic if I happen to be your source of current events.

Q3: Wa7eshni ya man, inta Ghatsan feen?
A: mafeesh ya 3am, enta elli ghatsan
What I really mean: Well why dont you reach for your phone and call me every once in a while you hypocritical fuck!!!

Q4: Netsharaf be 2esm 7adretak?
A: ....Osiris Kane
What I really mean: ana mesh gay 2at3arraf ya K*s Om*k khalasni...

Q5: *said while you are walking into a place* aiwa ya Ostaz?
A: Na3am....
What I really mean: *in Clint Eastwood mode* go ahead, make my day

Q6: Are you a player?
A: huh?
What I really mean: oh, so you are one of them structured girls...I guess I'm wasting my time

Q7: Do you still think of me / have feelings for me?
A: of course i do...
What I really mean: look, I'm not exactly hot shit...move on, get a life...find a guy that'll make you forget i ever even existed...do you want Brad Pitts number?

Q8: Wow, you are a Lawyer? do you like stand in front of a judge and shit?
A: erm...yeah
What I really mean: What the Fuck? do you ever ask a Doctor does he open up patients and write prescriptions? i mean... there are millions of us out there...

Q9: wow, you cook?
A: i have to eat you know...
What I really mean: Walk into any Kitchen of any fucking place that serves food...you'll find a man sweating over a stove, so seriously..don't be impressed.

Q10: mesh nawi tetgawez?
A: leeh bas ya 3am...?
What I really mean: oh and end up like you? no thanks...oh and btw, if i ever do, you wont be invited to the wedding

Q11: Does this make me look fat?
A: yes
What I really mean: You wont get a compliment outta me, so go fish somewhere else.

Q12: Whats wrong? *said generally*
A: nothing its okay....
What I really mean: Its none of your business

Q13: Whats wrong? *said specifically*
A: nothing, its okay...
What I really mean: Ask yourself, see where you fucked up...and thats exactly whats wrong

Q14: How do you represent someone who you know is guilty?
A: look, its not my job to make him get away with something he's done, my job is to help the judge have a clear picture of his side of the story, so that he gets what he deserves, its never about winning or losing, if he gets 7 years, and he deserves 3...then i should find something better to do, if he deserves 7 and gets 3, then im an accomplice, and that doesnt make me feel in any way better. Guilty doesn't mean he still doesn't have a right to get the best defense he can afford. but beleive me he aint paying his way outta murder. This isnt John Grisham okay, this is real life, its less controversial and less exciting and most certainly less dramatic...although we wish it weren't
What I really mean: Fuck You!

Q15: We eeh tani?
A: ...............
What I really mean: say something for the love of God

Q16: Are you pissed?
A:....Eshta, Peace......
What I really mean: You fucked up...you know it, now fix it...

Q17: How was your day?
A: not bad...
What I really mean: wow, am I really that boring?

Q18: How was last night?
A: Zareef
What I really mean: hehehe....you have no idea....!

Q19: Inta mesa7eb?
A: I don't date....
What I really mean: It's none of your business...as far as you are concerned, my personal life is totally non-existent...

Q20: Any plans for tonight?
A: No, Call me...lets do something...
What I really mean: No, Call me...lets do something...

The Dancing Dolls in the Blue Dresses

Smoke and Tinkle Music,
the perfect setting, for 6 little dolls to do their Dance, a little sequence to entertain their Dollman...their Lord,
So Jolly,
so Dolly,
Just like the dolls in Tinder Boxes, they rise, just like the dolls in Tinder Boxes they bow,
they shake back and forth like little flowers bending to a soft gentle breeze...
the music giving their motion a very graceful backdrop...
their movements altering the music, their teethy smiles shining the room....
reminding me of what a happy trip on LSD would be like
their pigtails bouncing behind them,
Damn man, he is one lucky lord....
how can i get a half dozen of those?

Gotcha!!!

And he thought we couldn't figure out his next move now, didnt he?

This young aspiring entrepreneur (image altered) was seen courting 5 Eastern Europeans all on his own at the formerly chic but now strictly dodgy place known as Ritmo...at a downtown nile overlooking Hotel. recent news about the young man, after a stint in the desert to sort his ideas out, this man has shifted careers to investing in Gold...not that hideously bad an idea, given his prior endavors involved Iron Men and Tony Starks.
Casey, we still love you

News Flash

Former Governor Released from Jail after serving 7 year Scentence:
Former Governor of Giza Maher el Khamissi was released Saturday from el Mazraa prision. Khamissi was released after serving 7 years of his 15 year prision scentence. Khamissi pleaded Guilty to bribery charges in 2001 after tape recordings known to the media as the "Wadi Hof" tapes that were anonymously submitted to the Attorney General's Office. the tapes included a 90 minute conversation between el Khamissi and a unidentified woman only referred to as "Lola" discussing the particulars of delivering 18.5 million dollars to swiss bank accounts, and certain profits to be made from the development of a landfill in Wadi Hof into a condominum project.
El Khamissi made a brief statement infront of el Mazraa prison upon his release saying:
" I have served my punishment and return to you as a rehabilitated man, I am certain that my return to society will be a smooth one, and i have faith in God that i will be able to continue my endeavor to give back to the community."
When asked, el Khamissi did not reveal the identity of "Lola" claiming that Egyptian law only penalizes the public official taking the bribe and was not under legal duty to reveal her identity. Since his incarceration, the property at Wadi Hof has still not been developed, and remains as a landfill. "Lola" was never found, however the authorities have sufficient reason to beleive she has fled the country and a composite sketch of her , is still at Airport security along with all her known aliases have been logged into the Airport Incoming Watch List.
El Khamissi also added that he has no plans for running for public office once more, and choses to retire to his family.

Star Defender Fired by New Club Boss: Essawi is too fat, and has an obsession with Papa Johns:
rumors leaked to fans of the National Sporting Club F.C were later confirmed by Football Coach Henry Kleats that the new club boss in last weeks board meeting has dismissed Haytham el Essawi from playing on the clubs team. The rumors began to become "worrisome" after Essawi failed to attend last nights training. Kleats who attended the meeting quotes club boss Hanasiro saying:
" Essawi is turning into one fat fuck, the guy has man titties now!, whenever i attend the trainings all i see is a fat man in our number 3 Jersey eating a pizza, last time i saw him yelling to one of the waiters demanding a bottle of Heinz Ketchup and throwing what seems to be another brand of Ketchup in objection...i cant eat without my Heinz he says..."
Haytham el Essawi who has served as a defender was always been an integral part of the team for the past 5 seasons, and was inducted into the hall of fame after his stellar performance in the Clubs games in 2005's annual championship. El Essawi has recently been gaining considerable media attention as a result of his weight gain allegedly bought about from excessive overeating and his recent marriage to famed belly dancer "Samya Mawaheb" , the couple were also scrutinized in many tabloids late last year when they were photographed kissing passionately in the corner of a local bar in Agouza during a live performance of famous rock band "Egoz".

Mischa Carter attends annual Feteer eating contest in Ard el Lewa:
Egyptian Movie Star Mischa Carter attends the annual Feteer eating contest held by an orphanage in the random housing project of Ard el Lewa. When Asked, Mischa said "Eating is one of the most important acts committed by humanity, and we must teach children that eating is a good thing, indeed the media in recent years has portrayed beauty in a size 2, which leads to people depriving themselves from a beautiful thing such as eating". Despite being a Size 2 herself, Mischa admits to eating too much for her own good, claiming her motto in life to be " I eat, therefore I am". Mischa is rumored to be associated with acclaimed TV producer Moby D'eaucclit Chaupper's new untitled project set for release in 2011.
"I am in love with the script and have shown a keen interest..I even met with Michael last Saturday!"
PR Mogul simply known as "Michael" is also rumored to be pitching in with the project that is set to revolutionize the way we see TV. the two met at a Cafe in Mohandiseen regularly frequented by Michael to discuss the prospects of Mischa's involvement in Chaupper's Project.
Michael and Moby D'eaucclit Chaupper are close friends since 2006, they were introduced by Chaupper's wife Lana Deets.

Italian "Immobiliare" to fund Next 5 lines of Greater Cairo Subway:
The Undersecretary of Finance & Planning at the Ministry of Transport Mr.Adolf Kane in a press conference has stated that the Ministry has "Secured a commitment from the Italian conglomerate to finance the next 5 lines of the Cairo Subway system" which would bring the total number of lines running under Cairo to a whopping 8 lines. the expected extensions are supposed to span the entire capital with its expansions to conclusively link the 6th of October city and Sheikh Zayed Districts to the Fifth District in New Cairo & el Sherouk City. Mr. Kane also stated that "Immobiliare have committed 16 Billion Dollars for the project", prospects of further expansion were disucssed in the presence of Engineer Hesham Taqui Mandarin Managing Director of Taqui Madarin Group to extend the Sherouk and New Cairo lines to reach the Groups mega development project "Metropolis" situated in the eastern outskirts of Cairo.
The Memorandum of Understanding was signed between His Excellency the Minister of Transport, and Immobiliare CEO B.J. Harrison.

Kingpin Weds Grand Mufti's Daughter: Crime and Religion in Holy Union
Amidst the cheers of supporters and Religious chants, Damien King, alleged underworld Kingpin celebrated his legal union to the Grand Mufti's Daughter in Mashyakhet el Azhar this Afternoon. Spectators could both hear and see Jubilation in the air in the form of cheers and confetti which brings an end to the controversy regarding the alleged Kingpin's social behaviour.
His choice in a pious bride such as the Grand Mufti's Daughter is one met with both concern and resentment by most conservatives due to King's criminal association. King's notoriety was bought to the media after his trial and acquittal in the controversial shooting of Daughter of suspected Arms Dealer Abdel Salam Fayek in early 1999.
"This wedding is backed by political motivations by Mr.King to appear as an upstanding citizen in Egyptian Society, we find it offensive that religion be used for politcal gain and public acceptance" commented Islam el Tayeb assistant dean of el Azhar University for Shaira Affairs.
King's proponents declined to comment stating that such allegations should not even be dignified with an answer, however King's neighbour Simeon Parais was available for comment.
"Damien is a very lucky man, for it looks like he has found love."
Details for the wedding have not yet been disclosed, nor travel plans for the Honeymoon, however given Mr.King's general extravagance and his affection toward Las Vegas, social columnists have speculated with confidence that the now wed couple would most certainly be visiting the city.

Sophie Monet to reveal latest collection of Works in Townhouse Gallery:
Eccentric contemporary artist and influential socialite Sophie Monet has announced the display of her works at the Townhouse Gallery next week under the theme of "Diamonds & Dogs" . Bacca Royd the Townhouse Curator has commented saying that he is "very impressed with Monet's new collection, which still proves that Monet has alot to offer to the artistic community". Monet has received tremendous controversy after designing set pieces for the 2004 summer block buster " I am the Man" starring Menna Chawki and then rising star Adham Fares followed by the keen interest displayed by Senate member and minority party leader Jimmy Bonspiero who purchased one of her pieces at an auction for a whopping 650,000 LE, the piece was a clay sculpture of a naked lady chewing on what seems to be a grooms hand.

3 youngsters found shot dead on Arab League Boulevard: Police ward off suspicions of gang violence:
An idling car was found on the North side of Arab League Boulevard early this morning by a parking attendant receiving his shift. The Silver Daewoo Lanos contained the bodies of 2 youngsters in both front seats. The youngsters apparently died of multiple gunshot wounds. Police investigators rushed to the scene and after examination have managed to pick up 71 empty shell casings off the floor and around the car. the casings seem to be of high caliber suggesting the use of an automatic sub machine gun. A third body was discovered in the trunk of the car, wrapped in an Iranian silk rug, cause of death is still to be determined after performing the state appointed autopsy in the coroner's office. A half consumed cherry flavored "Chupa Chups" lollipop was also found at the scene.
Police officers at the Scene have declined to give official comment claiming that such comment would impede ongoing investigators and assured all business and residents of the Boulevard that the perpetrators will be bought to justice and that the locals need not fear for their safety.
A high ranking police official who wishes to remain anonymous has assured us that this incident is in no way gang related in an attempt to ward off suspicions that the area will once again be plagued by gang violence.
The Arab League Boulevard has historically been plagued in the past decade with ongoing gang violence between two rival gangs fighting for control over the South side of the Boulevard. However after continous Government crackdowns in recent years has led to the gradual dissapearance of such violence. The last reported incident was in August 2003 when random fire was sprayed over a local fast food restaurant after on a Thursday night where 7 people were killed and 12 were injured.

Quote of the Week

" Never think you are smart enough to figure out what is going on on the other side of the World, for you lack the awareness...

Never Think you have the Foresight to figure out what is going to happen tomorrow or even tonight...you lack the ability to grasp all the possible variables that may take place between now and then....

Don't fool yourself into knowing whats happening on the other side of town.... for its not your neighborhood...

You'd be kidding yourself to believe you know the events and thoughts being cooked up in the other room..for you can never know what goes on behind closed doors...

You can never tell what exactly is being said on the table to your right...for you lack respect of other people's privacy....

And most importantly...

Do not commit the unforgivable mistake of believing you can know, what goes on inside the mind of the person right in front of you..for you lack the ability to determine, which of the first five mistakes he is currently committing..."

Osiris Kane,

Signing off

5 Reasons why a Banker shouldnt Date a Lawyer

1- Lawyer receives phone call from banker on banker's lunch break:

"Hi Dear....how are you?"
" Im okay, stuck in the middle of traffic trying to reach a judge before he signs off for the day"
"shouldn't you be on a lunch break now? im having mine...and im eating a lovely salad..."
"Lunch break ? whaddya mean?...lol"
"anyways, i was calling to see if you wanna meet up tonight?"
"sure thing ill call you after work, at around 7"
" Honey, i finish at 3"
" ill call you at around 7"

Banker wonders what does Lawyer do all day, or is he just playing hard to get? i mean he is a lawyer.
They meet up at 8 for dinner..Lawyer is famished for not having any time to eat all day..

"Banker, what are you having?"
"Nothing, i had a salad for lunch?"
"So?"
" im full"
" what do you mean full? get this straight...you are a Banker, not a model...models would live on a salad for three days...you are a normal person with a normal job, so eat like normal people and stop acting anorexic..you think i find it appealing you have no appetite? what you dont get is......"

Lawyer is interrupted by his ringing phone, he takes the call and excuses himself from the table for privacy. Lawyer returns less than a minute later, picks up his personal effects
"I'm leaving, Duty calls..."
"What about dinner?"
"ill have a salad, itll make me full"


2- Banker is socializing with her co-workers, Debit, zippy and Dollars...

Dollars ( who is always seeking an opportunity to date banker) asks: Banker, i heard you are dating this lawyer...is he treating you nicely?

Banker:...its not of your concern Dollars,
Dollars: whaddya mean not of my concern, you are my friend, i am worried about you...you know what they say about lawyers..
Banker: well why dont you come to bed with us then and evaluate our sex life..maybe then you wouldnt be worried
Dollars: sheesh, take it easy ya 3azizi....i was only trying to be a friend...but you know what, i can tell from your attitude that you arent really loving the law hehehe....
Zippy: Dollars would you shut up?

Dollars leaves, and looks back with a confident smile, reflecting his satisfaction of getting under Banker's skin,

Zippy: Honey, is everything going well with him? cause if it isnt, you know that you can tell me...these lawyers can be tricky you know, dah gheer inni i heard that he is one sneaky sonnofabitch...

Banker: enough, thats my Boyfriend you are talking about okay? and so what if hes a lawyer? what is he going to con his own partner? why dont you ever look at it the other way round? hes a lawyer, he knows el 7arakat kollaha, hence, hes qualified enough to prevent any harm from coming my way,

Debit: maybe, but alot of them lie, how do you know he loves you for sure and isnt after your dads money?

Banker: have you seen him? do you know anything about him? fine then just simply shut up.
Zippy: Honey, we care about you...and we are worried
Banker: worried based on what? you have nothing...
Debit: He's a lawyer...thats worrisome enough

3- Lawyer is sitting in a police station, talking to a Cop friend, Cop asks him if hes planning on tying the knot soon, since hes done so good for himself in so little time,

Lawyer: no, not anytime soon
Cop: and you arent seeing anyone?
Lawyer: no, actually i am
Cop: a student?
Lawyer: Banker,
Cop: you sneaky mother!!! you, well if you are gonna run away with the money, please gimme a heads up and ill have clean passports for you, but i get a nice gift dont i?

4- "I met the Chairman today" exclaimed the banker.."and i think he likes my work...you are talking to a VIP now..i do work with the Chairman directly"
"Good for you," answered the Lawyer
"Thats all you have to say?"
"should there be something else i am saying?....sorry i dont get this whole i met the Chairman thing,"

"well yeah , i dont blame you cause you work in a cesspool of vice with cops and criminals, you dont know what the business world is like.."

"okay, the bank is big...very big but sorry, i met YOUR Chairman 3 times a week for 6 months of last year, and frankly i wasnt the least bit impressed."

"you did Work for our Chairman?"

"i didnt WORK FOR HIM, he wanted our advice, and wanted us to represent YOUR bank in business work ...the stuff that goes on in that world of yours that you claim i dont understand."

The next day, Banker walks into the bank all smiling and gleaming, she sees Dollars in her face, she chuckles knowing she couldnt be happier, for all she can think of is "My Boyfriend did work for the Chairman!"

5- "where were you last Friday, i called you 10 times..." demanded the banker
"Work"
"On a friday?"
" people still get arrested on Fridays too you know"
"Oh yes and thats why you went shopping for lingerie at Victorias Secret on that day"
It took him a minute to gather the evidence together...
"My Credit Card Records...you Bitch...thats private.."
" so is she better than me?"
" Banker, stop the drama will you?"
Banker hangs up..goes into her room crying, she falls onto her bed, only to realize she crushed something in the process...it was a black bag, with lingerie in it, and a card from him, saying something nice.. she felt like shit. Her mother opens the door, and tells her.. linda her best friend dropped it off this morning.