Nog even wachtenHet giet en alles is nat maar achter de scherm is het soort van droog en uit de wind Dit keer hoef ik niet te rijdenHet gaat van zelf Stiekem zou ik bijna toegeven dat ik de treinen heb gemist.Je maakt nog eens wat mee zo Oh Drie minutenIk ben er al
Ze stond midden in nergens, met een tray vol lege glazen waar ze heel druk mee waren. Ze verdeelden het over en over op die tray. Hij probeerde alles in balans te houden terwijl zij druk aan het stapelen was. Geen oog voor het verkeer wat voorbij raasde of voor de vogels in de boomen…
Een plastic zakje vloog voorbij, zwaaide vriendelijk terwijl het voor mijn ogen rond dwarrelde. Het ontweek met kinderlijke sierlijkheid de takken van de boom en dartelde vrolijk weer naar beneden. Ik woon negen hoog.
After being supercharged, a couple of weeks of high intensity of the Good Doctor, with now three hundred pages of his first one, with the Angels, and my own life rolled around on its self, I feel some things taking over and un-starting to collapse… Go ahead… …
“GuguguguguGughahagagahagaa” I was getting that feeling again, hoping it shall be still somewhere the same. The ambiance, the view and what not. They would be probably the same in there. Good people, a bit scrambled sometimes, maybe. He picked me up at the station and we walked, talked, up, in, locks opened and there was…
Daar zat ze dan, met haar schattige konijnenoren terwijl ze verzuchtte: ‘Die stomme kut weet zeker ook niet hoe deze rotonde werkt!’
It was funny. Seeing that near-burned-out kid on the bus. Black plastic puffy jacket, probably designer jeans. The kid itself was a small, fragile looking boy. Who, when I last saw him, was one of the hotshot skateboard prodigies. Big mouth, some temper, rock and roll… Guns ‘n’ Roses and what not. Cute kid, slightly…
The reason to stay healthy, even when it is inexplainable how it is even possible, is simply that I don’t like hospitals. Especially for more than ten minutes at a time. I have spent enough time in the embracing hands of hospitals as a meek little kiddo to justify this reaction against hanging out inside…
Once again, the start. Nothing more original than the regular: “There I was”. But it works to start things off, and as usual; there I was. Last few hours of the year. I needed people around me. Not necessarily my family or friends from Budapest. But to see and maybe, find, meet anything new. The…
Go for the pit-dancers! That was the order. First day, third concert, metalcore I think. But it doesn’t matter. It was heavy, violent and loud. “Go straight for them, no pity” Poor guy never saw me coming… Straight for the face. I was flying at him with a heavy roll of punches. All he could…
Faces, Bodies – touch and senses. Tight young bodies, just in reach. The feeling that a well-formed ass passed by. Accidental scrub from a body to body. Then there is the chubby girl. All flesh. Somewhere ready for action. A bosom, big enough to land on? Moving, knowing how to control her body. Those eyes…
Mieupsje vloog tussen de bomen. Hoog boven de grond, maar laag onder de wolken. De groen van de bladeren streelden haar buikje. Lange takken aaiden over haar lange lokken en de zonnestralen spikkelden haar gezichtje. Zo hoog boven de grond, maar laag onder de wolken. Vloog Mieupsje van tak tot tak. Haar lange staart krulde…
//the notes for this one are more scrambled towards the end than usual, may end up in gibberish // So there I was, past midnight, sitting with one of the biggest beers they could offer at this bar. In one corner there were three men playing a version of pool or snooker that I couldn’t…
He was high on something Probably speed, but who cares. At least it’s near irrelevant. The party was okay, a bit overcrowded and it had some odd mixtures concerning the guests. Aside from these minor inconveniences, the biggest problem of that night was the shortage of beer. Everybody was drinking and it was near impossible…
It was way too early in the morning. Darkness or light outside, it was indeterminable in there under the bright tubes and spots that covered the ceiling. Way too early. The ones without routine got engulfed within their own uncomfortableness as they were padded down. Getting touched by another human being in a way that…
Here we go, suddenly it came. The talk, messaging, calling, eating and preparing before it didn’t matter anymore. I saw the piece of metal beforehand; it was a hollow tube, with one end ground in half and sharpened. Three…two…onepush… ok here we go Three…two…onepush That was one…
A small basement room, not even a basement actually, just a ground floor room underneath the rest. Windows were closed and darkened with heavy cloth. This to keep the warmth in and the eyes out. The furniture was really basic. A mattress on some pallets, a few planks for books, a glass table and another…
I remember, it was back in the “good old days”. When we were at least forty men strong. Our region, to make it sound badass; the turf was also impressive. You could walk for fifteen minutes and still find our people scattered here and there together. It wasn’t like that we were some kind of…
I went back… Three months later… Got into the building At least the neighbors left two cans of pesticide in the window.
The Second day
At the second day that nobody was at home to answer the bell, I got lucky as I was able to sneak into the building. Well, then I can just as well dunk the letter in his mailbox, the picture of them at her funeral. But it could in no way fit in the slot because it was chock full of unread letters. With this, it started to become suspicious. Never in my days have I seen that mailbox full. Slowly, I ascended the stairs, just to check what was up. I didn’t want to acknowledge my angst.
I have written about a number of subjects so far, and most of them brushed the topic of something that involves something like this; “beer”. But none of them has put this subject really in its spotlight. As you might have guessed, alcohol does play a large role in my conscious life and awareness. As…
There was a bra lying at my feet. A black one, shiny black cup. And even more, were put in that plastic bag a few feet away. But that was it, for the rest, all the clothing was in a trunk. A woman was packing them. Twisting and turning, pivoting around a couple of axes…
Dan is er die ene scene weer. De vrouw, die ene die zo belangrijk is voor de plot, die bij het totaal shot subtiel, maar alsnog zo opvallend anders is gekleed. Je kan niet anders dan haar bestaan erkennen, de bijrollen doen er niet meer toe. Zij, de vrouw die zo belangrijk is voor de…
Weet je wat een van de meest fantastische momenten van een man zijn is? Dat er soms een perfecte moment ontstaat waarbij je onafhankelijk van je lijf staand kan plassen en gewoon andere dingen kan doen in de volle vertrouwen dat datgene wat er uit je vloeit goed zal verlopen. Je staat in afwachting tot je…
I’m not a smoker, but this one was badly needed. Even if it didn’t do anything, not even a godly catharsis as a symbol for my departure. As a matter of fact, it didn’t last very long either. Not that it matters, it suffices for what it is. I have no beer, or anything else,…
After missing my flight and scrambling through the financial system of the Hungarian “begging on the street” banking system, I had to come to the conclusion that I was stuck for the moment. In the end, we managed to buy a ticket for a Euro-Lines ride all the way all to the fair city of…
For a couple of years now, I got hooked on a bit spicier world of tastes. This is, as we know all well and nice, especially if we consider my well-trained intestinal flora. Still, one perverse delight of this is when for a time the training subsidies. To be more precise, when after a time…
Somewhere deep inside, I’m a romantic soul. I like to submerge in experiences. Stop sometimes and just stare at what I live through as it is happening. The image of Kaspar-David’s wanderer, who is looking at the valley, is coming out of my nose by now though. You can get immersed in so much empathy,…
I saw a pretty bird it didn’t die it flew endlessly on wings that were made of tar and feathers. Shamelessly it rose higher and higher above the clouds. There it down it’s nest among the pure rays of sunlight. The tar melted, the feathers fell off and all that remained was the naked body…
It’s cold in here. Two in the night with five more to go before I want to get out. Or maybe six. Yeah, it’s fucking cold up here and I just can’t fall asleep. Even as I lay here writing wearing a sweater and socks with my leather jacket on top of my blanket, I…
It was near the freezing point that day. I was walking outside when I found {him?}. Nothing more than a pile of baggage, a piece of cloth and a bag, in the form of what might be a human. Was he alive? Frozen to death? Was I staring at an unwilling mummy? After all, I…
That night, they were fucking inside there. No, wait, I didn’t mean to say that. They called it lovemaking, as they have corrected me indirectly beforehand. “I (we) don’t fuck, boink or whatever, we make love.” Anyway, they knew it, we knew it. They were having sex inside that room, just one small thin door…
The old man is sitting in the crowd. On his blue denim bag, which he rests in his lap, he is solving crossword puzzles. From the „Fülles” or something else that is actual. A small sphere in the crowd, as his neighbor is following his never halting stream of letters in the rubrics. Suntanned skin…
I weep for the next generation. We went for a beer and such, to get together with more people on the go. With the first stop at our friendly ever-present neighborhood pub, we found a barmaid hornier than, oh well, I don’t know… she was just flowing all over the pool table. We scrambled in…
It has found me on the floor once again. If you would have been there, which would be curious by itself, you would have been able to correct me. As the lazy bastard that you were, you didn’t show up again. What you could have said, would have been somewhere in the spirit of this: …
“Atheists are offended by anything that bears the mentioning of God in it” So is wine divine? A good or a bad one? What kind? Sitting in the mess of my own home, filth around me. No, I have no vacuum cleaner. The rat is scratching his back, cleaning himself. Sometimes looking at me for whatever…
Wat je direct merkte bij binnenkomst was de geur van zwavel en ammoniak. Het was niet zo overheersend als dat gene wat je op straat wel eens overkomt. Die broeierige en venijnige dispersie die je soms achtervolgt als een jager die uit verveling met zijn prooi speelt. Nee, het hing er lichtjes bij, alsof het…
Je kan naar beneden kijken in spiegels. De dag dat ik dit merkte was ik oververheugd. We keken elkaar verbaasd aan, dit kan toch niet kloppen dachten we.
Het was een dorre winter nacht en het gas was afgesloten. Je zelf buiten de dekens wagen betekende de zekere dood. ‘Dit is hmpfelpuf.’ Mopperde ze. ‘Humpfel, kan de verwarming niet aan?’ Ik keek haar aan vanuit de duisternis die diep onder de dekens heerste. ‘Je mag het proberen, maar waag het niet om de…
Het was warm in het zakje, maar gelukkig was het er ook nat en dat maakte het net wat beter.Al was mijn goudvis nogal verward over de hele situatie, wist ik dat dit het beste voor hem was. Om hem alvast een beetje te laten wennen aan wat er komen ging bungelde het zakje met…
De wereld is al vergaan, niet dat het er toe doet. Het gebeurde dertien jaar geleden, in een kleine stadje net buiten het poldergebied. Voor vijf seconden was er een alles overheersende chaos, maar daarna was het weer goed. Dertien koeien bleven even wat langer staren en twee vliegen landen op een meibloem in plaats…
Zeus was sitting on the edge of the bookshelf. He was fed up with it all. “Enough of these myths, they ruin the honesty of good things.” He mumbled as he stood up to stomp around and fume a bit more like only one of his stature could. “Relax, they always made you look good.…
‘Walvis: lekker groot en eenvoudig’ Dit was niet het antwoord wat Mieupsje had verwacht, maar ze voelde zich er toch goed over. Het was zo’n warm gevoel die vanuit je onderbuik langzaam naar boven kruipt en daarna zich heel snel verspreidt tot aan de vingertoppen. ‘Ja, dat is het!’ Riep ze net te hard. Dat…
‘Dit weten jullie nog niet, maar volgens de bloedlijn ben ik de Koning der Hongaren.’ Schreeuwde de eenzame luidspreker richting de restanten van de menigte in de verte. Laten we dit als het laatste akkoord beschouwen voor de demonstratie van de ochtend. ‘Als iemand geïnteresseerd is in de waarheid, kom dan hier en ik zal…
Last morning, the power was gone. He wanted to, but standing up was not an option anymore. His hind legs were too weak to carry. I picked him up and brought him outside so that he could relieve himself. He hung like a sack of old bones, but with enough stance to let me know…
Een wijs man heeft dit ooit mij laten weten; ‘Het eerste biertje, die is heilig. Een schone maagd die je voorzichtig behaagt. Rustig hap je door de schuimkraag en geniet je met volle teugen van het gouden vrucht. Je neemt je tijd voor haar, verkwist haar niet met ander een gedrocht zoals ‘glaasje vlug’. Maar…
Het is 6:50 in de ochtend, mijn telefoon begint op zijn gewoonlijke asociale manier te krijsen en geeft een krachtigere lichtshow weg dan het Chinese Nieuwjaar. Ben blij dat ik dit elke avond voor mijn toekomstige zelf instel zodat hij elke ochtend met dit te kampen krijgt. Ja, ja, ik word al wakker, kan het…
