Freitag, 2. März 2007

the age of tea

On the 28 febr i was in a tea-shop in the inner city.
There were two older man who were slightly attached to me, the one could move his legs fastly, while the other one looked at me.
On my way back, at the street-crossing, a man who looked like Uri Geller came towards me.
He had a gaunt face, black hair, and-exept his eyeballs-black eyes, was dressed in black.
He looked at me, he had special eyes, as if a beeing that would consist entirely of eye-substance would inhabit his body.
He wasn't agressiv or specially attached to me, but it makes a coincidence, because at the 25th/26th i criticised some persons in an online discussion, because they believed that persons with parapsycholocical abilities must be without fail, they were like holy men to them. They sounded like religious fundamentalists to me.

On the 1rst march at about 2:30 a.m. i heared the neighbour, who lives above me, shouting.
Three times, two "ae" and one "ou". Then he closed a door of a cupboard loudly.
I've heared such shoutings before, the most likely to this one was when two men were there, one( the older) was sitting in the middle of the room, seems he wasn't moving, facing the window, and then making a single barking noise, that sounded like from beyond of consciousness, while the other was walking around.
I have heared this a few times, always the same.
( of course i could'nt see him, but this was what it sounded like )
Once i heared this from a woman, it was same exept she was doing some sequent barks.
It doesn't sound sexual or so, rather like automaton with malfunktion.
Some weeks ago i once woke up, because the neighbour was "talking" to me, no words, just syllabies, just through the floor, adressed to me. It sounded really dump, then he seemed to be happy.
He still likes to enter his bathroom when i'm in mine, but i haven't heared his prepared door yet, maybe it was just an idea for the stormy days.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket, just when i arrived the next bigger street, there was a man who equally moved a tissue thrice below his nose, and then repeated this while looking at me.
He was taller than average, black jacket, blue jeans, and his long hair (i've long hair, too) was grey, despite he was much too young for this. I think below his grey hair there was dark hair.
He was dressed orderly compared to his hair.
Then at a street crossing there was an older man next to me, dressed like a policeman(same green jacket and khaki trousers), but without cap and badges.
In the supermarket it took me somewhat longer when i was standing line up, because two clerks discussed the till, despite they were no newbies (this can happen).
While i was waiting, a remarkable nerved looking black man entered the supermarked, he was older than the usual ones who were attached at me (they were from 20ties to 40ties),
Maybe he used make up, his face seemed to be stylized.
I think this was inspired from the tea-shop were i was, it had this colonialistic style, and they got an antiquated toonish drawing of a black butler there.
(O.k., I've bought there before, maybe once a year.)

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