I don’t know why I am spending my last lonely days at this highway; walking like a Gypsy, even I don’t have a caravan to sleep maybe I lost it, what lost, I don’t lose anything but maybe I left it behind due to my poor memory. Yeah, that’s possible — I Don’t like going back; but my gray matter in my head is always serving those memories — mostly bad. Days I spend on army as a Culinary Specialist — pastry chef. I always wanted to bee Infantryman, but it doesn’t happen due to some height issue and even I got that pastry job by giving a blow job to a gay lieutenant Theo I told him about my Infantryman wish he said“ then get ready for more anals” no didn’t do that…but every day with my utensils I fantasize about being armed.. After the World War II, I’m running off migrating, jumping spots at this 75... Many of them said by waving their hands “hey gypsy” I am not fucking gypsy I am just…. Something undesirable... But they didn’t understand that they keep on describing me gypsy! Gypsy! Fuck them.
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After a loud shout by youngsters in a fast-moving car, I don’t know why I did that suddenly at the middle of the road. I stretched out my arms precisely to catch something miraculously from the sky- a reddish ball that fell into my arms. Theo it smelled like an unwashed, it looked nice, hard... I took a brief break to analyze it.
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It is a fruit — a big fruit. At that moment, after I found it, I felt like a Newton. In the starting it was strange and even I thought of leaving it behind but I didn’t want anything anymore to be alone; and so I carried it as a companion. I felt even more small when I carried that fruit — my perspective changes, I cannot even see the top of a tree I think that is because of the weight of that fruit — I carried the fruit in my arms; I didn’t move any of my muscle literally my hand turned motionless; static. The only movement I got is my legs it doesn’t stop it keeps on moving... accidentally a car came towards me with the front lights on beaming straight into my frozen eyes even in that semi-sunny day, I could feel my cheeks turning pink, my pupil is just photographing the incidents. It was a shock that suddenly the car shewed on the track dashed the Median Barriers — the car stopped and the smoke is all over the emptiness is been enfolded on both sides of the road. I ought to help because I don’t remember of helping others, so I ran to him while the air bag saved him, but he got strange after seeing my fruit. He got uncomfortable with his own breath; I want no more nightmares, so I ran off from the place.
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Succeeding few conclusive catching of breath my respiration became normal, it is hard — really hard to run at 75. The veins in my legs are knocking to give some rest. I sat on a stone which was slippery due to yesterday’s rain — even today clouds look clumsy; I was expecting the rain. I came to a conclusion of leisuring my arms and finally I kept that big fruit on my lap. What the fuck? The reddish color from that fruit stained my palms not only my palms it also stained the road like a kid — zig zag. The color of the fruit starts to melt. So, I dropped it from my lap it rolled over It stopped at the middle of the road... The clouds begin to rain heavier than usual within seconds. I was completely drowned in wet. I didn’t run off to hide, but I was just gazing that big fruit — it is not a big fruit. I didn’t carry a fruit at all…………..
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Uhhh!!.. I forgot to tell you something during my highway journey, I experienced a lot of things- I begged for food; I begged for water to drink, to bath. One day, I found a bucket; it was filled with diluted paint filled from which I drank some and I bathed some.
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That Paint bucket carried red…. All this way I carried my head….
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Kill Gypsies Kill Gypsies ( a group of youngsters In a fast-moving car screamed it like a slogan by whirling their swords.)
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