Sunday, April 03, 2005

...intro...seduction...peaceful...intentions...

...whatever...i took my pick-up, i picked up my como, and we left for nowhere to spend few days on our own...we planned to visit some of our friends...and some of our friends were then removed from our schedule because somehow we were very slow, and the time was pretty fast...first step was to see our feeder named campesino...campesino is the one to be heavy ok to read up your mind...but como como thinks that more than your mind he follows your face...como is a real chase hunter beacuse he caught me thinking i wish i was a moviestar...somehow, he told me that if i want anything, i have to act which is more convenient than to work hard...i acted...we acted, and campesino recognized he had had to provide us with tones of it...you have to take a lot of arrows for your indians, campesino said...he was right...but when we striked the match to burn the first of those, como wanted to have this trip like sixties hippie tape preview...god knows why he put those two girls in our car...on a highway, sun was pretty high but hot enough to make the road not float and linger, the music was crazy...como como was silent but sometimes there was a smile flash accross his face...and suddenly he said me to stop...actually, he whispered that...you know, the air was really hot and windows were down, and i was driving kind of fast so there was heavy noise inside the car...and como como whispered to stop...i didn´t believe it he meant it seriously, so it took me some time to stop the car...i was hesitantly slowing down...all at once, i saw a girl standing by the road hitch hiking...probably...i wasn´t sure it´s really happening because it was so easy as a mexican road movie, because all that time in the car, we were like hey it´s ok to go out, maybe some girls might be fun..and, you got one waving at you to give her a ride...we let her in which gave me the right to stop the tape player and finally forget all that hippie shit...she was like...her name was anjela...and she was like she normally travels by bus but that was broken, and she really had to get to school in that town somewhere in front of us...how long does it take her to get to school normally, como asked...forty minutes, and como was curious whether it is not too far, cause it has to be boring after some time...anjela told us that she used to travel with her friend ramona and her father by car, but they are not friends anymore, so anjela has te be on the bus every schoolday...she didn´t care...until the moment como said me to stop again...this time he shouted...i stopped the car quite at the moment, and i noticed another girl hitch hiking...i didn´t mind to take her with us to whatever school at this generous planet...anjela put on a leatherface...that i told her when i had seen her face in the rear mirror...she smiled but it took her a lot of effort...no wonder...the girl we took with us, it was that ramona...como como wasn´t surprised, and i was laughing...out loud...como said it would be the best for them if they would try to work it out...ramona asked what anjela had told us...i was like you hate each other...and did she tell you why, ramona asked...i don´t hate you, anjela said...i started the car which i do still regret beacuse it wasn´t easy to listen to that girls after that...como como set the tape player on...to make a discrete atmosphere for friendly talking...actually, i don´t know the reason why those two girls were hating each other some time...important was that they don´t hate each other anymore because they are talking it out...como was smiling...he was looking behind at those girls at the back seat of my pick up car, and they were talking...it was true that they didn´t care about us...trouble was that i didn´t know where we are going...i didn´t know where to drop the girls...i only know they have to go to school...we passed a town and it looked like village...it doesn´t seem like they would have any school in here, i thought, in my eyes it had to be a bigger town...the girls were still talking and they didn´t care...como como put the volume up...girls didn´t care...when i looked at como, he was looking at me with a mellow smile telling me it´s time to rock´n´roll...i pressed the gas pedal, and we were faster...we were going through a pretty small village, certainly no chance for any educational institution...girls still didn´t care talking...but i got a feeling we are on the way longer than forty minutes, and i doubted the bus would be kind of a rocket...como asked them if they are still on the way to school...yes, and they went on talking...como put his sunglasses on and let his head out of the window...i was sure he was checking a place to stop and have some smoke...girls didn´t care...when we were out and smoked that little campesino´s´out, they got out of the car and asked what´s the problem...we were like everything is fine, and then i remembered that como como really hates that word superfine, and i smiled...and then they found out they are miles away from that time with that school...they looked at us, desperately, but what, we could bring them back to school, no problem...we got back to that town i thought it was a village, but we turned to the right which proved it was not our fault...we came to a town on that shore, with some beaches and waves, and sun,. and the girls left for school...anjela and ramona...friends again...we found this internet cafe, and put this on....i´m sorry i haven´t any translation with me, but i really didn´t suppose i will be working these days...we still have to visit some of our friends, but i´m a litlle bit afraid we must take our plan shortcut...but at least, we still have a plan...it looked for a while that anjela and ramona will join us...that would ruin our peaceful intentions...

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

...response is negative, responsibility none...

...como como was like he´s pretty happy having me writing this blog diary for him...he was like it seems that it is me who is behind all this como como stuff and no como como ever exists...well, only in case they would not like it, como!!!...but let me be little bit serious...few days ago, we were talking with como como about this writing and so, and como was afraid whether we can do this a bit authentic...i said it´s alright because my poor english makes so so authentic anyway...but still, it´s gonna be little bit more of me right here because i feel it´s ok to tell you how we are working on this...i really have no part in the creation process, and i only keep on trying to translate it the best possible way and send it to an english speaking world wherever it might be...and because i really have no part in como como storytelling, i am not one of his characters nor any of his characters knows me or speaks about me, so i feel the right to take a share, and say something off record...it´s been some time since the very first story by como como, but it was sleeping somewhere, few years maybe even in como´s head, then it got to paper, then to a drawer, and years were passing by...i didn´t know como como is such a writer...alright, i wasn´t surprised but i didn´t know it for a long time...one day i met como somewhere in town, on a street, in a shop, i don´t remember, but what i do remember it was the sky that day...it was clear blue, no clouds...right, if any, it was one little white cloud, such a blur, you know...it´s not that important, especially when i´m thinking about it just now, the simpsons-like summer sky is the only recall...whatever, but i´m pretty sure you know what kind of day i´m talking about...and...yes...i met como that day, after three or four years, it was in my home town, and we were in the same class...so we got the same memories of days gone when we were eight to fourteen...then, we were not seeing each other more than three times a year, which sounds sad but was not, because knew about each other pretty well...and i am not able to explain how...maybe it´s because we were friends...once we were living our lives at least five six hours at school everyday, we were friends...we started different schools, we were fifteen, still friends but not seeing each other...it was strange because there was no talking, and there always were so many things to speak about...but my friend was missing...alright, i was missing my friend but remember, it´s me who is writing now some kind of story so i can be like a tough guy...but to make it short, it might have already happened to you, that at the certain age you are like you are recalling things and situations when you were a litle kid, growing up with the school folks...you can catch yourself trying to recall every single face of that guys...you can, you can´t, and you feel pretty bad because you want it back...all those times without worries about future and so...in the mood like that i met como como, and i have to say that we were staring at each other but felt like...impressed...because we were friends and we were thinking about each other...and we knew that we are changing day by day we don´t see each other, but we were trying to picture something the other one of us does all that time...that day i´m writing about, i wanted to see something out of the city...como como joined me...for a smoke, and the second and so...and we started talking like there was nothing between today and those days...
...como como is right about one thing...if i call the time between today and those days nothing, it might be true...but, do we want nothing to be a huge part of our lives?...response is negative, responsibility none...i´m looking at my watch, my internet credit is over...at least something more...as i told you, i´m doing lot of translations, and when i have some done, i take a bus and a walk to this internet cafe...i´ve got a funny story about it...i have some translations with me today, but i wanted to say that como como agrees that my creative part in this might be a short introduction to the stories about the world of como como...next time, i will have to get some intro started...

Friday, March 25, 2005

...it is not necessary...

...to give it more than one try so let´s everybody go...i know i´ve written that i´m forced into doing it...i know it sounds bit like mysterious...but i know that i owe this to my litlle friend, to our como como...i can hear all those accusations like this is a fake blog or something but let´s say that this is not like that ´cause it is more real than it seems to me, and despite the fact that i´m listening to slayer´s "south of heaven" beats, i really am a nice guy...como como says that he can trust me...he says it because he really wants to trust me...i´m not here to sell him but to help him out...well...hopefully not really out but i think i can help him to keep his place and stuff but also to let his words and thought fly out of his tiny little place...who is como como?...that is not a proper question ´cause he speaks different language than you read...but he lives the very same life you all would like to live...funny...sometimes we ( me and como como ) have a lotta fun with all the pictures of all those consequences that might show up if we really go out with this blogging, and como como always beats me when he is getting at my poor english that ( in his own words ) can make an idiot outta him...and como como laughs at this...i´m laughing as well...and you should be next...anyway, how it´s going with this blog?...right, it´s como como who thinks, writes, speaks and conspires...but it´s me who tries to speak the common language...i mean, como como doesn´t want to have any audience but ( as far as i know him ) he never writes for himself...and by a ridiculous chance he thinks i´m the right one to send his words in the outter space...please, be patient ´cause when como como comes up with something, i have to translate it into english ( at home ), then i have to take a bus ( 21 minute ride ) to visit an internet cafe and to put his words into a blog living...but it´s still como como behind all this...

...three dots for mercyful treatment...

...i am forced to do that and that force has a name....