Tragic I bumped into him again. One step right, one step left, one step right, no way I could avoid him. Magnet in his eyes, hitting my brains inside, taking my eyes out, dropping my guts all over the place. Standing in front of me, listening to bla bla songs on his sell fish ear full of speakers. Loudly, so maybe he did not even hear me.

One step left and right again. There is no way to escape, run away, disappear or burst into microscobic pieces, translucent your body, experience an astral dimension full of hamburgers. You wouldn’t need that anyway. She thinks with a maximized tiny voice, laughter is a famous rapper, talking is too over rated, nobody can stand her with boobs x-rated. So she takes of her shirt, sparkles on his eyes, he hits the floor in disguise, she runs away in her bat mobile, topless on a rainy sunday afternoon. A glass of champaigne was it in her hands?

“Here he is, standing in the middle of the street, not around me anymore.” She thinks. This is heaven this is summertimes this is a great holiday. Waves back to his siluettes, he realize nothings yet. She keeps walking until she regrets, not this time but once a day, in the mornings, feels like an after pill and perfects. Super bun hide me and make me never wake.