dangerously, 'not.a.thing.' happened.......
Monday, 17. December 2007, 12:56:48
still moments
(Marianne put the coffee gently , on the white saucer. There was a black stain under the cup , and the sound of the cup being put on the saucer was deafening to her, since there is no other people in the restaurant, except the waitress.
She adjusted her collar and stood up, and excused herself quietly to the washrooom. The waitress showed her the way to the washroom and continue her paperwork on the cash register.
" I have waited for him for half an hour , I am leaving the restaurant", she told the person at the other end of the telephone. " I must have these documents delivered a.s.a.p, Frederick! Or else I won' be breathing next week. That maniac had a knife to my throat the other day, all he have to do was, pull a slice down. I am not, I REPEAT NOT! having my life shorten because of this short wired fat nuthead!". Marianne gripped the telephone so hard that one of the long fingernails cut into her palm.
She fished out a handkerchief from her handbag, and wiped her nose and forehead. This is rudiculous, she thought. Frederick was saying something as equivalent in volume to her , but she blanked. The thought of Fat Pig Donny with his knife the other night , put her in the inresponsive mode to any suggestions. She slammed the phone and went back to her table. )
The tool of the trade. what do u use in the making of your productions? get to know your tools. the knowing of your tools is like the knowing of the personality of your lover, back of your own hand. that's how u stay passionate. I would like to achieve 'this', thus 'that' i would have to do. how do u stay passionate in the tings that you are doing?
play with your tools. got time?... reverse your knowledge, start point it diferently, and 'whateva' your familiarity. there is no other way to stay in love and passionate with this same old thing called Art (indeed) . that's all there is to it. apply that.
( He was almost running when he saw Cafe Bila. He scrutinized his surroundings. From where he was, he can see a woman in the cafe , exactly as he was told. He flexed his shoulder and his entire face took on a different persona. This is the woman, quietly Mark murmured under his breath. He snapped off the safety lock of the pistol , in his coat pocket, and walked in .
Marianne looked up from her table , and saw a man wearing a dark overcoat. She smiled at him and asked softly, "Mark?".
Mark nodded , walked to her in five steps pulled up the gun and shot her right on the forehead. )
(Marianne put the coffee gently , on the white saucer. There was a black stain under the cup , and the sound of the cup being put on the saucer was deafening to her, since there is no other people in the restaurant, except the waitress.
She adjusted her collar and stood up, and excused herself quietly to the washrooom. The waitress showed her the way to the washroom and continue her paperwork on the cash register.
" I have waited for him for half an hour , I am leaving the restaurant", she told the person at the other end of the telephone. " I must have these documents delivered a.s.a.p, Frederick! Or else I won' be breathing next week. That maniac had a knife to my throat the other day, all he have to do was, pull a slice down. I am not, I REPEAT NOT! having my life shorten because of this short wired fat nuthead!". Marianne gripped the telephone so hard that one of the long fingernails cut into her palm.
She fished out a handkerchief from her handbag, and wiped her nose and forehead. This is rudiculous, she thought. Frederick was saying something as equivalent in volume to her , but she blanked. The thought of Fat Pig Donny with his knife the other night , put her in the inresponsive mode to any suggestions. She slammed the phone and went back to her table. )
The tool of the trade. what do u use in the making of your productions? get to know your tools. the knowing of your tools is like the knowing of the personality of your lover, back of your own hand. that's how u stay passionate. I would like to achieve 'this', thus 'that' i would have to do. how do u stay passionate in the tings that you are doing?
play with your tools. got time?... reverse your knowledge, start point it diferently, and 'whateva' your familiarity. there is no other way to stay in love and passionate with this same old thing called Art (indeed) . that's all there is to it. apply that.
( He was almost running when he saw Cafe Bila. He scrutinized his surroundings. From where he was, he can see a woman in the cafe , exactly as he was told. He flexed his shoulder and his entire face took on a different persona. This is the woman, quietly Mark murmured under his breath. He snapped off the safety lock of the pistol , in his coat pocket, and walked in .
Marianne looked up from her table , and saw a man wearing a dark overcoat. She smiled at him and asked softly, "Mark?".
Mark nodded , walked to her in five steps pulled up the gun and shot her right on the forehead. )
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