T0p D0g Reloaded

Mr Butthead was a totally articulated artist. Accomplished to the core, he was the kind who would stop in the middle of the performance if a telephone ringed. His approach was scientific like, he had methodology, arguments and discourse. The kind that would show his butt stark naked on scene and make the audiences gasp and clap. The kind that doesn’t look the audience in the eye and doesn’t show when called once the show is over. I mean, how could you once you make them stare at your butt hole?

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And news

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Mr Dance has been dancing his life for confirmation. This need, along with his power of seduction, was floating tonight in the soup on the dance floor, where the main ingredient was perspiration. Oddly enough, the confirmation was coming now when he was, by all standing standards, old and rugged. An old fart, he was only thirty something. When a fresh chicken he’s been known on more than one occasion to have secretly suffered for not getting the spot light. However, Mr D was dancing away, been given more than he could carry. Life was kissing him on his cheeks; life was cheeky. The dancing is difficult.

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“After all, you can only write ONE autobiographical book. It can have more volumes, but it will be one”, said Mr Blockwriter to himself. You could’ve drown two of these worlds and half a universe in his gaze lost over the keyboard ahead of him like a desert.

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I wonder who on earth doesn’t have anything better to do when they get to the Infosys-bangalore internet cafe, at Bangalore, Karnataka region, India, other than to search for me by my complete internet address? I am touched nevertheless.

I am filled with typherix, imovax and twinrix. I am a little bit dizzy and tempted to crack a joke with Asterix, just for the rhyme. I am scheduled for a yellow fever at 8:00 a.m. on Monday morning. And there is a whole rant about malaria preventive stuff, but I’ll hold that thought for now.

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Woke up, freeze liquid in my veins. For God’s sake, it’s autumn. Close the f*cking window before you go to sleep. It makes me wanna sleep indefinitely, but the bed is not as warm as it used to be, and my back hurts and I am over thirty. At least I am not dead. My passport has gone to London in my stead. Soon I’ll be trailing through the jungle. Have not started the malaria preventive because the idiots refer me from one office to another. No yellow flue either, because Babes doesn’t have the, believe it or not, what a coincidence! the yellow form, the international vaccination certificate. They have the vaccine, but they won’t do it. What is preventive medicine without bureaucracy, I ask you. I’ll get three out of the other four shots today.

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Where you can think. So, read this.

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Mamaia, October 2006

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Mr Smile went to the dentist. Twenty minutes, one cavity and three fillings later Mr Smile was himself once again. His smile was, however, a bit croocked. From the anesthetic. His literally big mouth allowed the dentist to stick in, at one time, a stick, an aspirator, a mirror, some sort of gun and two hands, one from each angel. It was quite a ball. If Mr Smile were straight he could fall for either the dentist or her assistant.

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It was odd to observe the loaded plastic bag land in the middle of the boulevard with a blunt noise, and then, on the hood of the car a day later. Quite surprising. It was a different bag, obviously. But that did not prevent the thought that some weirdo or at least some weird happening was following him around. What was the person thinking? Hard to say. Anyway, Mr Hero couldn’t help but to articulate this was no American beauty as he continued his ride undisturbed.

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