Story Of a Geisha

Testing 1, 2, 3…The test could either go through or fail and we move on to another task at hand. It sounds easy doesn’t it? This is so widely know and everybody does it without even giving it a second thought.

Exactly what our friend did here and failed…

So what?
Who cares to read about this?
Who in the first place has a dull enough life to actually write such a story?

Well the writer is me, I am guilty as charged because and for those who know me would understand, this has been killing me, like a wrath deep inside making me eager to comment on what triggered this feeling but the space allocation for this purpose is way too small for what I have to say.

And if you have made it so far, the reader would obviously be you. Not that you are a bored and an boring person, don’t worry about that, but simply because this testing story gets more interesting if you just add a child to it.

A child to it? I am confusing you? Well let me start all over and tell you what I mean and exactly how our friend actually tests love very efficiently I might add simply by throwing the world “child” to our well know Testing 1, 2, 3 method…It goes like this:

Testing child 1, child 2, child 3…Nope this is not love…I’m out of here!

See, you have someone in your life or you think you do, or in our hero’s case she feels she doesn’t but she wants to think she does so she fights for it God damn it because she was born a fighter and she always gets her way.

So she thinks what the heck, I’ll get pregnant, offer him a baby. Not that she cares about children but this would make him love her through their shared newborn or at least respect her 9 months long with-child situation.

This seemingly very genius plan failed and ended in miscarriage, because probably she couldn’t take the thought of a creature even so pure and sinless deforming her beautiful body.


Testing Child 1 failed!

She should have left right there and then but on second thoughts decided to buy more time for herself and what’s a better and cheaper way to buy time than using children currency especially that no risk is involved now that her once intact shape has been shattered

This time she is determined to go through with it to the end. This time she will deliver a child and the child will deliver his dad’s love to her. Sure enough nine months later or maybe seven the tool was born. Beautiful, sweet and very soft yet despised from the first second for the damage and pain it caused its bearer.

Disappointment and hatred followed when this now 2 years old child did not serve its purpose as the father’s love meter to his wife did not budge but instead moved to serve the child himself creating jealousy on top to the point that many times the thought of strangling this noisy little devil crossed her mind.

Testing Child 2 failed…

Situation is worsening; life is getting insufferable with her companion, no passion no love, treating her like dirt when she once back home in Osaka maybe, had a life of a princess having everything she wanted delivered on a silver plate to her pink bedroom with pink and white bed sheets.

Selfishly enough the idea of a third trial pops out again. Only now it has a revenge factor in addition to maybe triggering the love she longs for. Two in one and for free is good odds so why not try, once more not for a second giving a damn thought about the result of producing a life and the consequences of her actions on these poor little ones.

She's the worst...She's asian...She's a gaisha trained not to be human.

Sure enough the third comes along even more beautiful than his brother with a smile like you have never seen before. An angel from heaven came down to earth to release this woman-like self centered creature from her agony....Or at least this is what she thought.

This third was so nice and pure that she actually started to have feeling for it to the extend that she wanted to give it a name by herself, something that she never thought for during her previous two trials. Good but not enough to make her forget her main purpose in life...Revenge if not love.

Things evolved very rapidly and the thought for lovethat did not come was immediately swipped off by the taste for revenge. Something that she is too weak to do on her own.

Testing Child 3 failed...

A couple of month after the birth of this angel, she calls upon a savior, her dad, the utmost responsibilty of bringing her to life and asks him to cross the ocean for help. Come save me and my child she says threatening to just drown the baby if her call for help was not answered.

He came...she left...took the baby...kept the older one...forgot about the abortion...and now lives a happy life with no love, no feelings, just like nothing ever happened except three lives down the drain.

An asian...selfish, heartless, irresponsbile, yet ignorant and happy.

The Strongest Weapon Of All

I just love it when people actually try to get you mad just so they can get a piece of your work dedicated to them even when it’s nothing but a sarcastic description of their dull lives. Just like getting naked in front of a famous painter for a portrait is fine but doing the same for a man whose only brush is his manhood is appalling.

These are people who can’t live without actually being trashed by their peers from time to time but they are too shy to admit their submission that they are always on the look for an excuse to get this punishment they’ve been longing for. They need a purpose.

Some call it bravery to stand facing a very strong wind ready to blow but I say this is sheer stupidity especially when you do not know how powerful this wind can get or maybe how sweet of a breeze could be sent instead to sweep you off your feet into a gentle erotic feeling you’ve never experienced before.

It’s damaging both ways…

You see a peaceful beehive on top of a tree with bees swirling around minding their own business, trying to secure a serene atmosphere, protecting their ever so loved queen and all you think of is throwing rocks at it, getting the attention of these beautiful yet fatal yellow and black striped insects in the hopes that they will finally sting you.

The bees are disturbed; they attack forming an arrow in the direction of their aggressor all with nothing but the same thought for revenge. 10 feet away from the prey, speed is increasing, sharp needles pointing forward with pre-poison leaking out bringing a deadly shine to their edges.

Ready for the kill two inches away they stop…I stop!

Enthralled by a fragrance so delicate that in one second was able to paralyze all hostile actions, the killer bees now becoming love bugs one by one and after replacing their swords slowly landed on this nicely strange aroma capturing bud, carefully smelling the tip and sucking all its magical nectar getting closer to climax with each breath I take.

My aggressor is a flower…how can I be mad

Thank You For Your Concern

Your soul is not empty and he says it with such a confidence as if I’m the next door neighbor’s kid he grew up with, went to school and college with, shared uncountable packs of beer with while making passes at girls walking by looking for such an opportunity to be hit on by the two most handsome studs on the block but then see him, get scared and leave.

It’s very easy to be judgmental, without even laying an eye on him I just made him ugly and repulsive just like he decided to fill my soul only after reading a few stupid lines I once wrote on a rainy day that apparently allowed him to think he now has the right to interfere.

An injudicious comment on my wellbeing from a complete stranger trying to penetrate into my unconsciousness, clearly depicting an evil even I did not see and extending his both hands to me for a chance of a better world he thinks he only knows it exists. Thank you not.

He goes further by teaching me how all humans, all of us humans as he puts it thus immediately making himself safe as being part of a big happy group, need each other merely as a tool to get away from our lonesomeness not caring about any other negative effect that such a family-like get together might trigger on those weaker hearts.

Join us he says, talk to us man we know you’re here almost if not all the way on his knees imploring me to hear and talk to him because he and his seemingly psychologically trained mind have decided I needed to before it’s too late.

It is too late guardian angel. I am now way beyond your caring gentle almost saint reach and pull back to earth approach you oddly have for strangers and I ask you to keep your comments as shallow as my writings are without diving into the deep mysterious labyrinth I am so proud to call my brain.

Caring hearts are hard to find but easy to take.

Hit Rock Bottom

There is this agony I’m feeling deep inside
It’s not willing to go no matter how I tried
I can’t seem to fight it, now I just want to hide
From this feeling for a while, just put it aside.

I just wish that some day I can forget my pride
And ask someone for help, let me out of this tide
Put me on the right track, help me take a ride
Down a safer road, where people who died
Did not regret their pass, one that was so wide
With possibilities all along wherever they stride.

I’m dying here god damn it, my hands are just so tied
I can’t move anymore I’m paralyzed deep inside
Is this God judging me because I one day lied
Or is something in my head that is making me slide

I now reached the bottom end, in hell I will be fried
You cannot help me now, nor can the virgin bride
Satan just bought my soul; he placed it on his side
I surrendered all my thoughts by his rules I now abide.

This is just not fair, I think it is too Snide
to be down that hole when on top I should reside
But I lost all my stamina, and those I hurt will deride
my now pitiful situation, feeling like a lost child.

All Around Me

A picture of two kids posing in front of a camera is what I look at all day long not realizing that the world around me is changing, people are moving on and even these two youngsters are no longer what they looked like few years back inside this metallic fiberglass frame I once got at Ikea.

Through the window the harbor hides behind hideous rain strangely pouring down in this spring day where in the south of France sunshine is generally very generous at this time of year with its heat softened by the nice regular breath of a north wind called Le Mistral people first accept and later on after experience learn to appreciate.

I stop and look around wondering if anybody is working….

Fatty bitch in a midst of a phone conversation with her mom…

Heckel and Jeckel sitting face to face both concentrating each on a screen trying to figure out how to tackle today’s five messages or less but still it’s not easy serving customers and finding their hidden boxes…Sounds like a true treasure hunt this where is my box that I wonder if they have maps with X marks on them…..What a mystery!

Another mystery lies right there within the name of the cross trade department where only those who can solve the riddle of why this is a cross trade can enter this service which explains the exclusivity, privacy and seclusion of this clan who’s head has been idle there for too damn long to even remember the correct answer in the first place….What a crowd!

Fatty bitch still with mom…

Inttra is busy as it’s moving day today yet nobody started packing all taken by this sudden sadness to leave the 7th floor down one to the 6th as if being demoted. This worries even me but only because I keep on wondering who will fill this void inttra is making not that their presence made any difference….What a dull bunch!

I was wondering why global account sales are not here until I suddenly realized that I should be with them at this conference someone is giving in the auditorium about modernization of shipping and the like….What did I miss?

Tender people are quite the opposite of what their name insinuates. No soft individuals in this group all being born to kill, ready to attack, working day and night to secure a quotation for some big account client who will eventually ship around 5% of his business with us making his volume even less than any other not so big regular client each one of us have….what a waste!

Fatty bitch talking to her poor old hubby.

Behind tender, I recently noticed the existence of two or maybe three individuals sitting there in the warmth of the far end corner maybe sharing the same desk I think not knowing who put them there and why and if they do I don’t….what’s their names!

Another back up for global accounts, this time the funniest of them all, is this CIA couple not far from where I sit but far enough to not interfere in these dangerous and risky spying games that only such two brilliant minds when set together to create a small yet very effective secret service organization with an organization within an organization can accomplish…Seriously now…what do they do?

Fatty bitch now shouting at her hubby for being a bad boy…

Sitting the closest to me almost in my lap though one of them once actually did, is the crème de la crème, the very highly thought of, the mostly helpful of the many planets assistance orbiting around a big sun called Global account. I’m talking a service securing 24/7 customers assistance, after sales follow up and on a continuous search for a better service we all hope they will come to develop some day but in vain…What’s the after hours service?

Fatty bitch left for lunch at 11:30 after a very hard working morning…

A Schizophrenic Birthday Celebration

On the third day of the second month of the year nineteen hundred seventy AD at precisely three o'clock of a cold morning, heavy rain and thunder led by a strong wind came to announce the great happening of an event that changed history, marked our present and will forever shape the future of mankind.

Aware or not on that very specific day, a young maiden went into what was called the most excruciating labor of all times in a hiatus of three long hours of agonizing pain and suffering after which and at the stroke of three was heard a baby's cry and a father's scream of joy "the child is born”.

The young man’s words although genuine and sincere were also erroneous as on that third at three, the born child was not alone but a well hidden unique complexity of a good a bad and a crazy third, not to the eyes of the family but to those of Freud.

A start of a new era that will eternally impinge on humanity, not equally amongst men and women with an obviously more radical sway on the latter given the well known taste and predilection of the troika immediately depicted at birth when one small hand’s first finding was the blonde nurse’s breasts.

The Good was crushed by his brothers in the aftermath of a devastating war in which all three took part. The Crazy outlived to tell the story of all stories of how his bad brother managed to get drunk all 35 guests at his 35th anniversary to which you are all cordially invited on this day of 03/02/2005!

RSVP....

Looking For Something To Do...

Amazing how a Friday afternoon could be boring
You can almost listen to people actually snoring
They can’t take it anymore all this stress storing
Another week is gone and soon they will be scoring

To stay awake doll and I make fun of mop
We name him Suzy and we both think it’s top
He’s like our dog now except he doesn’t hop
And keeps on barking until we tell him to stop

We also laugh a lot at this ugly fat bitch
She thinks that she’s cute, oh that is so rich
She talks about people, calling on their glitch
She’s HD’s assistant but she's mostly his snitch

We talk politics too, we both want Syria out
Just leave my country assholes to 10000 I shout
Doll wants the same and she knows what it’s about
See she liked a Syrian once but now she’s in doubt

Now someone just gave her to do some work
I don’t know who it is but I’m sure he’s a jerk
She’s not his maid you see, she is not his clerk
And she’s not even for that going to get a perk

Now she just got busy and I ended up alone
I don’t even feel like talking on the phone
And if you didn’t see that yet from my raging tone
I REFUSE TO WORK TODAY so let this be known

So to pass this empty time and now this is true
I wrote out this small poem just for me and you
But now it’s done already and out of the blue
I’m back to where I started looking for something to do

Talk About Sex

Well sex is Gender. For example you are a male, others can be females. The difference between the two is the erection.

Erection: When you wake up in the morning and there is a certain increase in the size of your penis due to a lot of pee that you have stacked there all during the night. A phenomenon a female gender does not have.

Penis: An area in a male's body right under his bellybutton, dangling between his legs and has a form of a dildo!!! Used to evacuate fluids rejected by the body, and usually comes attached with a sack containing two round shaped balls stuck to each other, hence the name "balls" for this add-on.

Dildo: An expensive device with the shape of a stick usually made of rubber for flexibility purposes but could easily be made of any other material. Comes in different sizes and colours, some with batteries to run a small built-in motor that will allow the stick to vibrate and provide better service. Used mostly but not exclusively by the female gender to insert it into their vaginas and extract pleasure!!!

Vagina: a hole between a female's legs. Has the same functions of a penis with the additional fact that it contains pleasure that can be extracted with the help of a dildo (See above)

Makes you stop and wonder that since a dildo is expensive and has the shape of a penis, why doesn't a female use a male's help to extract pleasure from her vagina by using his penis instead and save money???

Well no, they still prefer dildos!!! So go pee.

Pressure: A method penisless bosses use to extract pleasure of working away from their employees by using a dildo. Same as above with the exception that in my case the dildo is inserted in my asshole due to the non-existence of a vagina

Asshole: Bosses and vice versa.

Blog...Reason or Result

The world evolves.

Everything your ancestors lived or lived for has changed. All what you see or hear will soon die out and vanish from existence only to be replaced by a state of the art substitute conveying still an identical meaning and having the exact same purpose merely altered to satisfy an equally renovated human brain.

Climbing the ladder to modernization is the process but it’s not as simple as it seems.

The utterance of this expression plainly evokes to a sane mind looking to undertake a sound approach for reaching the top safely with no broken bones that one’s foot if not both, have touched the first step, got comfortable with its environment grasping it to the fullest and taking in all its meaning before moving on to the next.

Yet when many of our grandpas’ questions remain unanswered for we still break the above stated rule of sanity changing the form to climb up the ladder simply satisfied with just surpassing the mystery that lies there on that specific step.

This reckless and foolish act though it helps us satisfy our greed and carry on our very much enticed for evolution creates an even worse dilemma with the same purpose of its unsolved original but filled with even more high-tech generated complications making the whole thing even harder to crack.

An obvious result we keep jumping over this obstacle while it keeps on growing in our way unrecognizable because of its always modern changing look we unconsciously bring it yet still unanswered until the day when it just blows up in our faces giving a stop to a useless race for evolution, breaking the chain and opening our eyes to reality.

It’s a growing wall of reality.

As is my first question Blog…reason or result to its original who’s first chicken or egg form!

Remains unanswered….