She was short, 5 feet maybe, tops. had long dreads and almond eyes, her great grandfather on the mothers side was Chinese. Short and beautiful, with perfect bottom and bosom...ok, she had splendid boobs and a wicked ass. I loved her. We met, we had some wine in a hill, just as the sun started to fade. We rolled in some dried up grass that left our shirts full of some pointy seeds. We had to go to my house, take the pointy seeds out, lay down in the sofa. She loved portishead, more wine and portishead in the speakers, and weed. She smoked more than i did, honest, but could actually function after, like do work, and speak to people important things without them noticing she was a high as a kite. Hmm, i said, we should have something to eat with this wine, its starting to get to me. Sure, what should we have, she asked. I have some nice steaks, I replied, they would go perfect with this here wine, a dense, deep red Cabernet Sauvignon. Her eyes opening like plates, staring. 

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I love music, I hear at least once ever ything that I come across, even the hardcore gabber deevo used to post, or the anime stuff neko puts on the blogs. The wide variety of music mixes, different instruments and styles is overwhelming. You can find anything you ever imagined already done by someone else, from a dub version of trololo, to a ska version of love her madly by the doors.  I was cruisin the net, watching some videos when I came across a very strange video.  Its a tutorial to play 4 hand piano, meaning a piece composed so that two people play a piano song simultaneously. Heres an example:

As the video description goes,

Player 1 Left Hand = Blue

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So, there I was, minding my own business, reading some blogs, commenting. I was surprised about this draw neko thing, and the persons that have participated. Yeah, a regular day at the blog section on EBW.

Some people drew extremely well, eagle has some talent, Iliketosaypoop, well, he pooped. slackjaws, dangle and this obvious alt tehdickjohnson.

The drawing is poor, funny, but poor, and somewhat disrespectful to some users. Now don't get me wrong, i don't give a flying fuck about nekos respect, most probably he really is a fat dude with moobs, but the drawing included frog and the chocolate. So, in this guys blog, i write a comment about taking it a bit too far, and what happens? nekoasshole responds to me about knowing shit about art. That did it. I do know about art, so i decided to draw nekoasshole just as i see him and his comments. here is my drawing:

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(lamp shade, hour glass, diapers...fuck major, diapers? really?)

 

 

He just let the breathing happen, not making any conscious effort in doing so; his body just would not die, keep up breathing, cheming, dissolving the little food he had a while ago. He stared at his window, the furniture at his damp room. He just lied there, waiting. Jane had gone a long time ago, her side of the bed still had the smell of her perfume, a cheap imitation of some French brand. He always loved how she would just spray the damn thing all over her wrinkled body, the memories of how she used to look like. She was the office hottie, and everyone knew what a lucky asshole he was.

 

He felt the stuff in his bedside table with the arm left over the covers, feeling lazy as his finger removed the thin dust from the framed picture of him with Jane, the stained glass, the bottles of pills, the old paper lampsh ... Read more ...

I just had enough of this antineko stuff. After careful consideration, I've decided to write some free poetry to cut the edge off around here. 

No one out there hears.

End of a long complaint.

Kindness is dead.

Over and gone.

Jars and old tires.

Ears bleed to hell music.

At night no one cares.

No one can escape this.

Silly thoughts cross my mind.

Can anyone else say that?

After a while I breathe.

No point in doing otherwise.

Sailing away, drifting.

Under my skin I shiver.

Can anyone else see that?

Kindness, no where to be found.

May you go in peace.

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