Friday, August 15, 2008

what hunks put behind their ears



The scent of raw manhood.

Mister X.

Ladies, rev your engines.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

the sage

All downs are countered by ups, so it was with great joy I again encountered the neighbourhood granny The Sage.

As a sage she predicts subjects people might want to discuss without them having to verbalise.
Last time I met her there was an extremely drunk man in the park whose friends were trying to make him stand, unsuccessfully and she explained that beer doesn't really have a long cultural history here, it ws always something more for Germans and Czechs, and in the Soviet Union you never saw the amount of street drunkedness you saw now. People only drank vodka, and they drank it with workmates or at family occasions, and everyone knew you can drink the amount up to the first crease in your little finger and you dont get silly or try to drink a whole bottle and sure, some people were drunks, but that was a great shame, and they drank at home and it wasnt normal to be lolling around drunk in the park in the afternoon on any regular day.

Today she remarked on how odd it was for Kyiv to experience such warm weather, "What is this, Central Asia?" and by the way, what about those poor people in Georgia right now getting bombed by tyrants who try to destroy them and Chechnya too, what a catastophe it all is, the mentality of Stalin, destroying ordinary peoples lives.

And she has a zippy little dog called Yulia.

And she likes how Johnny scratches the ground after he marks his turf.

crazy sexy cool

remember that band released that record called that?

my landlady is releasing her own version, called 'crazy, greedy, crap'

off the record she bumped my rent up by 200$ a month, refused to remove the bags of cement and broken rusty tools she has stored on my balcony, and extended the list of people in the building/neighbourhood she has decided I am not allowed to say hello to, and with those i am allowed to speak to, she designated the subjects i was allowed to discuss, and that she had seen me saying hello to someone who she told me I wasnt allowed to, and this was not good.
"A good person is one who keeps their mouth shut"


I was ready to fire that line back at her yesterday, when she came to check the meters in the flat and voice-project "there is a bit of dirt on that window, you cant have the blinds open, you need to clean the bath using a different cleaning product" then she produced her own flats bills and pretended they were mine.

When woody allen discovers she escaped from one of his movies he is gonna be so mad he will have to cast at least 4 young and attractive emtionally complex women to offset the disturbance