“Settled into a small seaside village, for the weekend at least, what could be more fun than that Gun Roswell
Village by the seashore
The quite tiny, yet very lively village By the calm blues and sandy seashore exists The every day life to some might seem dull But the dwellers there, would that argument null Because the life even without luxury, is very full
The fishing, the shopkeeping and even just being Is the way or them, and starts early every single morning Always a happy smile and a quick hello To their neighbours but also complete strangers Get the same treatment, without a seconded thought
And, when an errand tourist there might venture On a weekend getaway from the daily grind, they might find That no connection there exists of the internet kind And soon enough, even after first huff, that will be really fine Because visiting this settlement, turns out to quite the adventure
“There is a time for coffee and that time is anytime possible” Gun Roswell
The world in a cup of coffee
The day, started, just like, any other day With a steaming cup, of the hottest and darkest liquid, to save This, tiny soul and eventually, the world
Staring, into the still silence of the whirlwind Also, still knowing, that something, would soon begin And, that it, would most likely, change the world
Smelling, inhaling, sipping, enjoying, the total bliss No matter how much or how often, cannot believe this exists The total euphoria, I would like to share with the world
But, before all that was going to happen I am, into this, elixir of life, with full force, tapping So, for now, the world, will just have to wait Until the coffee filled blissful state to be hurled
“Sometimes I listen to strangers’ conversation and mentally give my opinion”
Eavesdropping? No, it’s just socially investigating!
“By George we made it!” Emma shouted in victory.
“I thought we were lost there for a moment, but here we are. And all in one piece!” Marc added dusting off his jacket.
“Too bad we lost George.” Emma was feeling sorry for the poor guy.
Marc looked at Emma and with a sad voice answered: “The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few.”
“Or the one!” Emma added.
Marc hugged Emma as they were standing, both looking into the distance, thoughts on their lost comrade.
***
I was on my way to work, when I stopped by the coffee shop. Waiting for my order I glanced around the place and noticed three intriguing characters in the farthest corner table. Two men and a woman, obviously deep in conversation, planning something from the looks of how they were positioned. Huddled together, serious yet fierce expressions on their faces and looking like they were plotting something.
Being of a curious nature, interested in all human relations, I took a few steps closer, trying to catch a glimpse of what they were talking about.
“This has to go down today!” The woman said loud enough for me to hear from my position.
I was hooked. I inched even closer and secretly hoped my order would take a while to complete.
“Did you check the weapons, made sure we have enough ammo?” The other man asked from the one sitting opposite him.
“All checked boss! I also added an extra ingredient, just to spice things up! Can’t wait to see the other guys’ faces when they get hit!” He responded with a smirk on his lips.
‘Boss, hit, guns?!’
Some kind of heist or mob hit in the planning I wondered. I was shaking a little. The threesome sitting around the table did not look like robbers or mob members, rather like nerds or students. But never judge a book by it’s cover.
The woman then took something out from her bag and laid it on the table. It looked like a map of sorts.
“Are we all clear on our positions at the final stage.” She was pointing at something on the paper to the others.
“What if I change my stance here rather than here.” The other man asked the woman and the one he had called boss.
“No!” The woman raised her voice again. Clearly the other man had been wrong about who the real boss was.
She then continued, “No deviations! We will all stick to the plan as agreed before.”
The man just nodded.
“Excellent!” The woman responded, “Now as to the next…”
Her voice faded to the sounds of new customers coming in to the shop. A loud soccer team had just entered the premises and I could not hear the threesome’s conversation.
And then, my name was called out from the counter. My order was ready.
Pondering whether to ignore it and try to stay a while longer. Then again, it would look suspicious, if I would stand there with my coffee and bagels in my hand. Reluctantly I decided to leave. Maybe there was something in the newspaper tomorrow I could read about. After all, I was no detective, nor law officer. Just an eavesdropper on her way to work!
***
Emma and Marc were standing at the top of the hill holding their guns. They had finally won a battle.
“Poor George!” Marc was looking down at his friend, laying non moving down by the bushes.
“He was brave, right to the end!” Emma credited his fallen friend. “Guys! A little help, please!” A voice shouted from below.
Emma and Marc looked at each other. Then started their way down the hill. They reached their destination and remained standing there, neither making an effort to help.
“Guys? I am dying here!”
“Well, it’s your own fault!” Marc told him.
“Yeah, you failed to follow the plan and got hit. Right in the forehead no less!” Emma berated him.
“Sorry, guess I should have cut back on the doughnuts!” Was the response of the fallen man, “I felt the energy draining away from me as I was running after you guys.”
Marc offered his hand to his friend and helped him up.
“George, you are a mess. You have paint all over your face!” Marc looked at the dirty face of his friend who had been hit by multiple paint pellets.
“Well, our team still won!” George replied with a big grin.
“We sure did George, we sure did!” Emma patted George on the back, “Thanks for taking one for the team!”
“Now, let’s go and celebrate our victory! Donuts anyone?” Marc added.
You don’t have to like it, but have to be in there: The social media of the world wide web. After all, who wants to be a complete social outcast!
Here are a few examples of what can be used for keeping in touch with family, friends and even your favourite movie stars!
* Assbook: Like opinions, everyone has more than one * Angstagram: I post photos of myself and my eating habits, therefore I am * Bitter: You would be too if no one is following you, right? * Benchpress: For every self aware blabber, but more artistic ;P * Tiedup: A must for professionals, endorse endorse endorse until you drop! * You-boob: You did something stupid, maybe flashed a body part usually hidden, it got on video and uploaded on the internet and now you are the star of your own show!
A typical modern person’s day
@In the morning The alarm clock is going off, it’s time to get up. What is the first thing you do?
#Pick up your phone from the night stand and:
A) Check your social media apps B) Check your email
@Driving in the car to your place of work. Listening to the radio and the DJ is urging you to snap a photo and upload it to their site:
#uploadfunnypic
A) You are snapping selfies and almost bumping into the car that stopped in front of you. (The other driver possibly doing the same thing as you). B) You are twatting your social media buddies of what you just did.
@Lunch time everyone with their phones in their respective hands. Not one word is spoken to anyone ‘live’, but they all are:
A) Chatting (and oh yes, there are actually office use approved ones too: Yank!) B) Updating statuses on various social media apps. C) Uploading photos of what they ate (of course, a must for every self aware social medialite). D) Someone shared a funny video and twatted the link to everyone else around the table. E) Everyone watching the video. F) Everyone twatting feedback to each other.
@Coffee break everyone is:
A) Uploading photos of coffee and doughnuts they will consume. B) Chatting with the people around the coffee table.
Back home from the office.
@Dinner table the family is sharing a meal and their respective day:
A-F apply here too.
@Midnight, bedtime:
A) Time to recap today’s event in your “blab”. B) Latest friend updates to be checked (so not to miss any important things such as what your friends ate or what they were watching on TV, etc.) C) Twatting everyone
#g’night!
Sometimes though, you have to be more low tech. For example in the situation, where your respective spouse is not quite on the same level of enlightenment regarding the social conventions of the social media as you are. Then you have to resort to archaic methods like the SMS.
Wishing your spouse
#sweet dreams xoxo
Lesson learnt: Getting anything done; 3% is talent, 97% is staying off the internet.
“It’s another day of the week, naturally!” Gun Roswell
Tuesdays keep on coming, well once a week anyway
The days come along one by one (usually the way they do) It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along) Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it) And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)
Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…) Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!) Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!) So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)
Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!) Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?) I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that) And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)
It’s so hard to get up I try to resist the huff and puff Looking out the window, wishing I wasn’t here Rather someplace nice, over there
Even on this silent Sunday I know this is not my day For I am feeling sick and tired Not creative or even inspired
The same ol same ol awaits Doing all the things I love to hate The only cheer for me the pictures From a happier time far in the past
I know deep inside this feeling won’t luckily last But dwelling on it for a moment I gasp And then after a few passing hours I get up, and once again, somehow, feel within, the lost power
And, yeah baby, I’m back again As the cliche strikes and then I smile It’s been a long while But for now, that’ll do just fine
“A calm, cloudy, and sunny Sunday, what a contradiction indeed!” Gun Roswell
A Summer’s Sunday at the Beach
When the Sunday time, loudly, its present chimed We ran, like we were on fire, out there, from the dire Into the open wild nature, with colours so lush There really was no need for any kind of rush To enjoy the art work devised by our beloved Mother Nature Was there for everyone to see, without any kind of fee
But we ran, as fast as any one can, really For you see, there was somewhere else we wanted to be, really Beside the calm and cooling waters, fooling around like a bunch of sea otters We made our way, discarding all clothing, falling where ever they may Splashing into the soft waves, letting the healing waters save Ourselves in the process, as this was the place for us, the total bliss
We played and frolicked, until the darkness descended we stayed Then only, reaching for the softest of sands, lending each other a hand To find the discarded garments, a little dirty, maybe even sandy, was a mild statement But nobody cared, as it had all been time so well spent Out here, on the beach, on this summer’s Sunday we had reached And if we were to be lucky, maybe next weekend, we could come back again
Swimming All thoughts slowly dimming Relaxing Nothing is quite so perplexing Mind Finally in total rest Unwind Is certainly the best Turquoise Filling all of the view Disguise All feelings this, gorgeous blue
“The streets are empty, the neighbourhood is quiet, must be Sunday” Gun Roswell
Silence for a Sunday
The unthinkable, just happened As I thought no more time indoors could I spend Then a good sign from the weather gods As the sun started shining above The streets empty from anyone Even if I could go out, I would be alone In this times of trouble and fear I still prefer to have some sunshine burning my ears As I step out to the great unknown From my now open front door I am glad of this moment of silence opened As all and everything in time have completely frozen And outside of this solitary space of security I once again dare to venture without any scrutiny
Rantings Of A Third Kind 