Have A Nice Day!!
Have a nice day!!
How can a nice day produce such a fright? What's behind the pale clouds? Is it a wing? Or is it a horse?
The sound was deafening. Everyone cried in agony. For they have returned.
What on earth is this? Am I insane or full of bliss? the light, should I touch it? afraid. Am I afraid to be left behind?
The first damn one was vaporized. Some woke up, others were still entranced. There's no point in rescuing them.
No, it's dangerous… Or did I imagine it? So marvelous, so pure, why is getting close? I must run away from here… But why would I do that? Why is it blinking? What am I looking at?
A violent stream could be heard from miles There were people a second ago; now there are salt piles. Those who survived will never again see the sun.
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Linux: every time
Guide: follow this 3 simple steps!
Me: ok
Guide: step 1, copy this command a put it in terminal
Me: ok
Guide: step 2, copy this config template and fill it with your email.
Me: ok
Guide: step 3, run the test command on your terminal it should prompt your email with an OK! Message.
Me: press enter, [FATAL ERROR] on lime 36783, EVAL_RSA_ID == false.....
Me: ok, checks badly written documentation followed with obscure ask-forums with the same problem but with a small diference that doesn't apply to my case.
Me: gives up.
While the rain pours
empty, wet street We were under a robust tree. An umbrella made of leaves
Silver-gray sky Waiting for the storm to pass by It was in vain, but we had to try.
Being close to each other We start to share our warm Our lips are now in touch.
The storm may stop But ours has just begun. Time will tell if everything has a point.
Just another day...
Another comunist eating a big mac
It's so hot in the summer; it's a waste of time.
Free thinkers are chugging Simon's chyme.
[Chorus]
Just another day in paradise!!!
Don't sit around; you better get green bucks!
While the fascists are doing peace signs
Happy Birthday, Rosy! Have some rotten pie!
[Chorus]
Just another day in this futuristic grime!!!
Life and microchips were a mistake.
A crisis is caused by greed and pain.
Don´t ask your grandma, or she'll rot in hell.
[Chorus]
Just another day is what it takes!!!
Just don't look at the news!!
Panic and powder are on the Day view!!
Shit eating grins showing a school phew phew!!
[Chorus]
Just another day in disgust!!
"The law is made for you to abide!"
exclaimed the micro-plastic rich with pride.
While politicians are launching the last genocide.
[Chorus]
Just another day in paradise!!!
Dear Old Lucy
Dear Old Lucy, she never came back. She sailed alone, to a far away land. Nor sea or the drowned knows her whereabouts. Only the silence of the wind, might calm her down.
They used to quarrel and shout so much. The booze and smoke, let her dream a quiet life But fists and poison, cut all of that Only the silence of the breeze, might wake her up
Tragedy and fate are looking for Lucy She has a great debt to pay However, her naked steps were never heard The only witness, was her dead friend
Dear Old Lucy, she never came back She sailed alone, to a far away land Nor sea or the drowned knows here whereabouts for she has cheated death at such stormy night
Interloper
I remember that day well. My first delivery was at an old man's house. He was taking a nap, alone, in his library, hugging a big leather bound tome. I slowly woke him up, called his name and we went for a walk.
After a couple more takeaways, I sat down at a cafeteria for some ice cream.
- "Don't worry, I'll order one for you." Said the middle-aged man to his wife.
She didn't take any seat, she was looking rather annoyed. Shortly after, the man emerged from the ice cream parlour.
- "Pistachio, whisky cream and ... what was your favourite flavour?"
- "You well know I'm allergic to pistachios, change it to strawberry." she said, raising her voice a bit.
The fair haired man entered the shop again, now she really was annoyed. Not even a minute has passed when the man knocked from inside the place's window.
- "Do you know where I put my credit card again?" asked with a mix of meekness and muffleness from the glass panel.
The red haired woman sighed in frustration, passed the shop's threshold, extracted the man's credit card from his pocket and said: "let me do it".
After a lovely cool dessert, I took another nicotine gum (withdrawal is hell I tell you) and paid a visit to a brother and sister. The sun was up high, vaporising everything it touched. They were buried alive under rubble, a missile hit their apartment. He was hugging his little sister when I came. A really sad picture, I confess, but the job must be done. I held him by the shoulder, called his name and we left that horrible dark place. I shook his clothes to remove the little debris he had on his clothes and we went for a walk.
They said "Juan Gonzales" (a cover name), you see, I know everyone by their name, their true name, so I know where to find them. The room of the hospital was white, clean in appearance, he was on the hospital bed, being watched by his friend, who was holding his hand. I did not waste time, a few minutes later I was out, consuming my next nicotine gum.
The next call was in an apartment, a guy was punching the walls in rage, she was lying in the middle of the living room, covered from head to toe in blood and bruises. I hate to see them in bad condition, moreover, I can't finish a delivery successfully if they look so rough. So I did the humane thing of cleaning her wounds and wash her carefully in the copper bathtub, she then woke up, she looked herself, looked at me and smiled, thanked me, told me she was an engineer, she just won an internship at NASA, I congratulate her, said her name and we went for a walk.
I was having some pepperoni pizza for lunch when they said "Juan Gonzales", I remember thinking: "Again?! Did I miss that one?". I entered the hospital's lobby, 10th floor, white impeccable room, the two alone being engulfed by the yellow emanations of the noon's light. The bedridden’s friend was immobile as a marble statue, I swear, he was not blinking the whole time! I said Juan Gonzales' true name, and a few minutes later I was masticating another nicotine gum on a bench at the park.
The next take-away was a courtesy call from a rockstar, he was trying to reach me, after he broke up with a gorgeous gal. He shut himself in the damp bedroom and produced a rusty, filthy, syringe from his backpack, laid down on the bed and he inject himself with some white substance, an hour later I was holding his long greasy hair, helping him puke into the toilet, I said his name and we went for a walk.
I was drinking my evening black coffee with some toast when they said "Juan Gonzales", I exploded in anger, complained and argued whether that was some kind of prank or miracle, they replied that there are miracles no more.
Flustered, I entered the old hospital, took the lift to the 10th floor, now the orange lights were the only warm thing in the room, Juan Gonzales was looking at the night sky while the statue-for-a-friend was still holding his hand. Then it struck me, the fact was I couldn't recall that living statue's name, in fact, I do not recall seeing his face before!. I need to tell you this, because I'm good with names and faces, I can exactly pinpoint down the flavour of ice cream, the middle-aged couple where having that morning, but, this man was a fuzzy memory, a dream you usually fight to stay with you after you wake up. So I was there, next to the IV drop, about to say the bed ridden young man's real name, when they shouted at me that the contractor had cancelled the order due to some unforeseen factors, suffice to say it was an uncommon event.
After such a change of plans, the healthy one got up and walked up to the door. I was still puzzled by his nature, so I tried to follow him, but just before leaving the patient's room, he turned to me and I swear we made eye contact for a second! my heart almost stopped, he didn't say a thing, I was struck by a lighting bolt, he just scouted the room and then he entered the empty corridor. Did he see me? Did I imagine it? I shall never know, for I had doubts, it might well have passed a second or a minute, I left the room and found nothing in the corridor! the young fuzzy man was nowhere I mean NOWHERE to be found in the entire hospital!
The last thing I remember is that it was a quiet night, other times, I would have complained to the air about lacking any take-aways. Now, I was grateful, I needed to take some fresh air on a building roof overlooking the pretty lights of the urban landscape. I touched my right pocket, there was an old dry stick left, I remembered her lips under the slimming moon at sea, I remember her too well: "You shouldn’t smoke, it’ll kill you." she said, taking the same cancer stick from my mouth, robbing me a kiss. I can still hear her sweet laugh when we went for a walk. I remember thinking "yes, it will kill me" while lighting the cigar.
Diagnosis
The merry-go-round will not stop.
It's futile to cry; everything takes its course.
The storm is rough; it will stay for long.
Under the sheets, I hide from the screams.
I cover my skin in body cream.
My face is free, my conscience is clean.
My redention is nigh
She said, 'Everything will be fine'.
She offered her hands, but I didn't comply.
I hate those summer nights
Such hardship is to write
When you have a knife embedded in your spine,
The bones passed the sentence this morning.
Myself is gone; no more soul coupling.
Waiting in the bedroom alone
A hot, wet night full of scars
Keep away from his poison; no more trouble.
While in bed, sweating, puking bile
All my life, the bones said in a grave tone.
I was submerged in the bitter black woe
A miracle of the agonizing fate
My deep cuts were in vain.
Ever since that November evening
I feel my open wounds becoming blue.
Once you notice it, you can't stop the hum.
And I should hold my puke whole.
How on earth might I change?
For I only knew pain.
The bones said I possessed the tools.
That I must try and always carry on
The happy word of the day would be book.
Typical old book cover : blank
Well... what about the first page? Also blank
Ok, ok let's see the book spine: Name of the author who I don't know (sometimes it's Russian)
That doesn't tell me anything, I shall see the back cover: blank
I'm loosing it! Maybe the last page has an index: nope.
Ok, last try second page of the book: title
But... but what's the book about? I'm in a hurry!!
