and on again!

yo, folks! you ready to continue with chapter 2? yeah? then let's go, and have fun!
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What the hell had happened to him? What the hell had he done to deserve this? He didn’t know, and that lack of knowledge drove him mad. He could still see people where he was; see what they did, where they went, hear what they talked.
But they didn’t see him, not even when he approached them and talked to them. No one recognized him; no one realized he was there.
One time he had tried to stop a man passing by him. This experience had shocked him beyond anything he had ever seen. It wasn’t that the man hadn’t seen him, or stepped around him, as it would be expected: no, he had walked through him! Oh, God, this was the ultimate proof to him that something inexplicable and terrible had happened to him. When he had read in the newspapers about his supposed abduction a few weeks ago, however, he’d tried to contact his family, his friends. In vain. Nothing he did worked; he couldn’t move things, couldn’t produce breezes, couldn’t do anything to give a sign, to show them he was still alive, still there. Nothing would work.
A few weeks later, he gave up, desperate, seeing their grief and helplessness and being just as helpless himself, as he had never been before in his life. Just what the fuck had happened?
He tried very hard not to brood about the hows and whys. Yet most of the time he failed miserably, thinking over and over about what could be the reasons for this mess.
One day he had come home from a strenuous day at his office. He hadn’t been in the mood for going out with some friends, so he’d made himself comfortable with some crisps, watching TV for a while, and then had gone to bed. Falling asleep that day was the last thing he remembered. The next day he’d gone to work as usual, but his secretary hadn’t seen him. No one had. He’d shouted and yelled at them, had tried anything he could think of, without results.
God, he felt so lonely.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice where his feet carried him. It wasn’t important, anyway, because he knew there wasn’t anything he could do in this situation. He’d wander around for a time, see what would happen. A few hundred feet away he could see a little forest with a river flowing through it. Suddenly he felt a pull towards it, like a magic attraction, urging him closer and closer, until he entered and followed the only path leading through it. It was beautiful, and despite the overwhelming desperation torturing him, his spirits lifted a bit. It was absolutely quiet except for the beautiful song of birds sitting in the trees. He went on, slowly, taking in all the beauty of the place, looking for a bench to sit and enjoy the glimmer of hope and joy this forest gave him, to let it ease the god-awful pain and misery he suffered, at least a bit. There, under an old tree, he found one. A gorgeous place for a bench. Fitting, too, for one had a wonderful view from there.
He sat down, drinking in sensations he had been missing for so long.
“Hey, Dwane, looks like you’re becoming a radar for nice places” Dwane Connor, yeah, that was his name. He had almost forgotten, not saying or hearing it for such a lot time. Smiling,
he leaned back. His eyelids suddenly grew heavy, so very heavy. He would relax them for a minute or so. Instead, he fell asleep, strangely soothed by his surroundings.

definitions!

have you ever started reading a book, getting completely captured just by the first few passages? such a book just doesn't let you go until you've finished reading it, and then you'll sit back and can only think of "wow, how awesome was that?!". exactly this is the definition of a good book. (just a note, really good books start with ~3oo pages)
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or, how about listening for the first time to an album you've been waiting to be released for about four years? when you get the disc at last, you just throw it into your player and you're off. you only come to your senses after the disc has run through. the def. of a good album.
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what is the def. of intelligence? well, man, it's the ability to pretend you're stupid! cause if you think about it, you'll find that the opposite is quite a lot more difficult, as even tucholsky realized...
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the def. of bottle-blondes: just the even written opposite (by the way, not to be applied to all blondes, as i've posted a time ago...)
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def. of best friends: my vulc-chics (sorry folks, that's an insider ;) )
okay, okay, def. is experiences & preferences you have in common, respective trust & respect, the ability to guess what the other one wants to say and being able to start laughing just when your eyes meet (which means you can laugh very often...)

another "and on"

“I just hope it’ll ease up a bit in the next minutes, or else we’ll have to swim to our home from here. Sian? Hey, Sian!”
Sian didn’t react, her whole body taut, her eyes unfocused. Suddenly she started shivering, pressed against her legs, and made silent noises that Stella recognized as squeals of distress, something she hadn’t heard in years now, not since Sian’s first day with her. This shook her to her toes.
“What is it, baby? Are you in pain somewhere? Shh, it’s all right, let me take a look, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
That was when it happened. One moment Stella was cautiously palpating Sian’s shivering body, her brows drawn together with concentration, the next she was disturbed by a strange awareness of another presence hovering right beside her. Her head snapped up and she looked around, frowning.
“Hello? Someone there?” Startled, she realized that there wasn’t anyone or anything as far as she could see along the way. Only trees and leaves. But why did she feel this ominous presence, then? She couldn’t hear anything, either, not even the song of a bird, much less than the sound of steps. Sian had probably felt the same thing, judging from her behavior, so she wasn’t losing her mind. Could there be a rational explanation? Probably not. This started to scare her more by the moment, especially when it seemed that the presence was moving around her.
“Don’t panic now, Stella, it will be all right.” Stella didn’t care that she was talking to herself. The alternative was starting to shriek… It helped, that was the point. However, just as she murmured this, she sensed the presence fading away gradually, until she didn’t feel a trace of it anymore. Almost at the same time, Sian calmed down, the tension easing from her limbs, and stopped making those terrible noises. Yet Stella couldn’t stop shivering, however much she wanted to do so. It took her a few moments to recollect her wits. At last, she said, her voice shaking badly, “Whew, that was kind of creepy! C’mon, let’s forget about getting wet and go home. I need a cup of coffee now. Make that a double espresso, a hot shower, oh, and perhaps an appointment with a shrink!” They walked on, Stella turning every five seconds, still feeling very uneasy, the memory of the happenings being too fresh. In the end, she gained more speed, until she was running, with Sian at her side. She didn’t feel like she was being followed, but one never knew. A lot of things around there didn’t make sense. The goose pimples all over her body didn’t vanish. She didn’t dare to look back again.

awesome...

and on...

At the sound of that, Sian increased her speed to trot beside Stella. I hope you remember that I hate being rained on.
“Sure I do. The only strange thing is that you don’t mind getting wet from the underside. We both know that you can’t be stopped when it comes to swimming in anything looking even the tiniest bit like a lake! In this case you still behave like a Labrador.”
Well, somehow that legacy has to shine through!
“Legacy? Since when is rolling yourself around in mud puddles being considered a legacy? To say the very least, it was simply disgusting to clean up all the dirt you spread around in our flat that last time, especially on my nice, clean carpet.” Stella produced a sputtering sound with her lips. “Oh, let’s forget about it. Live and let live… okay, let’s say, live and let wallow.” She looked along the way, seeing another person, also with a dog approximately the same size as Sian, with light colored, curly fur, approaching. When they came nearer, she realized it was Theresa, one of her “dog-friends”, whom she had met on one of her afternoon strolls during Sian’s second year with her.
“Hey, Res, good to see you! How are you?” While Stella chatted with her friend, Sian and Ally, Theresa’s dog, ran back and forth along the way, playing and chasing themselves while growling and barking. To an onlooker it would have appeared dangerous, but both friends knew that it wasn’t in earnest, hearing that the now used play-barks were pitched much higher than the usual, threatening ones.
By the time Stella had said goodbye to Theresa and managed to get Sian away from Ally at last, almost half an hour had passed and the sky had darkened to a not too promising looking dark gray. Some minutes later, rain started to pour down. Stella ran, her hands protecting her head, her shoes and socks becoming saturated with the water from the puddles she jumped through. Looking back, she saw Sian following in her wake. They didn’t stop running until they found a big tree, the leaves of which provided at least some protection from the rain for them. Like on cue, both of them started to shake the water out of their hair, or rather fur.
Stella had to laugh. “Looks like we’re having a bit of bad luck today. Well, can’t be helped now. With a bit of luck, Res managed to get home in time. Isn’t far from here.” She tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear and grimaced.

sth. to read on

yo, guys, this is the sequel to sth. to read, which i've posted earlier. have fun!
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“Sian!” Stella called. “Hey, c’mere, baby! Time to go on now!”
Her dog Sian, who had obviously detected something smelling just too delicious (for her nose, anyway), was too busy sniffing in the bushes to react to her owner’s call.
“Oh, c’mon, I don’t wanna wait all day here. I’ve got an ass full of work to do, you know!”
Glancing back at her unenthusiastically, Sian seemed to think well, you’re not the only one with duties, chica!
Stella had to chuckle. “I must admit it; you’ve trained me very well, baby.” She knew she was only ‘officially’ the boss, but she didn’t want to break a fight with Sian, either. Her spoiled dog could, at times, be as stubborn as she herself could. Not that she cared, really, because when Sian was hungry, the two of them were best friends again. That reminded her.
“Listen up, aren’t you hungry today? I’m starving. Let’s go now, all right?”
At last, Sian trotted to Stella and received a fond scratching behind her ears. Sian wasn’t an ugly dog. A mixture from different races, she first had more resembled a Labrador in her youth, but now she looked more and more like a German wirehaired, including the fringe in front of her eyes giving her an intelligent, distinguished air and at the same time enhancing her warm brown eyes. Her black fur with the distinct silvery sheen was regularly brushed by Stella, who often thought of herself as Sian’s most devoted slave. Because of Sian’s color, most people they would meet on their strolls were afraid of her, but only Stella knew that her dog was a little coward, even startled at times when she sneezed suddenly while working.
“So, what do you think of a bowl of Chappi and later some cuddling, when I’m ready with work?” Stella asked. Really, I’d prefer some canapés and a bit of caviar, but do I get a choice? Sian sniffed, disdainfully. Obviously not. But I have always known that those
‘amenities’ of yours suck!
“Hey, lady, think of how ‘starving’ sucks. Because that’ll happen if you decide to skip your meals in order to hope for something tastier.”
I’ll have to train you further. Again. You’re being far too impudent. Boyo, that’ll be fun!
“Yeah, just try! Personally, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. Oh, don’t look at me like the poor, whipped, starved doggie. This stopped being convincing quite a time ago. You need to think of something else. And don’t you even dream about trying the limp number. I’m not stupid, you know.” Stella snorted and looked up at the sky, which had become cloudy and grey. “Uh-oh, baby, looks like it’ll start raining any minute. We had better make haste now, before it’s too late and we get soaked through! I’m not in the mood of having a shower outside today.”

sometimes it hurts...

creationism ideas are now spreading even in europe, and if you really read the articles about it in the newspapers, you think it better to give yourself a headshot...
first of all, creationism. for all who don't know, an absurd idea of a creator being responsible for how the world looks today. evolutionary theory? being based on facts? no, no, NO, absolutely not logical, senseless babbling of scientists. after all, there hasn't been a n y evolution since the "creation" of the universe. not at all! and they can "proof" it!!!! there's an encyclopedia out, with pictures of fossilized bones of animals that supposedly haven't changed until today, thus were created by a superior force. dios mío, just who the f*ck was able to think up all this crap?! natural sciences have detailed proof that the evolutionary theory we know today, that we have been taught about in biology, is, was, and very probably will be v a l i d ! ! ! i repeat: valid!!!
i really don't want to say that i'm taking the right for myself to forbid or tell anyone what to believe. really not. if you care so much about this idea, please continue, i've nothing against it. but don't try to replace it for valid, logic and provable theories, and leave it out of biology lessons. cause the next step will be introducing the concept of flowers and bees, and that would be the end of intelligence and sensibility! so, keep your creationism to information outside school. for the sake of worldwide inelligence!!!!!