all-too-familiar encounters of the third kind
"I don't wanna hear the noises on TV,
I don't want the salesmen coming after me,
I don't wanna live in my Father's house no more."
"Windowsill" - The Arcade Fire
It's Sunday. I just had this incredible time in Stadtpark, reading one of the scripts for uni when Mörtel & Karin passed me by. They were all kiss-kiss and really funny. Just what I needed seeing that the script in my hands wasn't too exciting anyway. Georg doesn't seem to care to gimme a call or much less come over. I know from calling Julia that he's once again in Leibnitz with his parents. Well, don't wanna blow this out of proportion so what I'm saying is it's fine. Georg does whatever he wants to. Nevermind me. He's got his own head and I wasn't longing for too much involvement with people this weekend anyhow. So, after all, it's okay. I felt quite comfortable having this weekend for myself, meaning the entire flat was my sole kingdom, which was great. Having no one to listen to, just me and some music and my thoughts which are mostly good company. Yet I wish Georg would be here now. Fuck it, he's been sick for the last couple of days so I don't blame him for being on his own.
On Friday Frantse pulled off one of his crazy stunts. At around six pm he gave me a call stating he'd be in Graz in a few hours. I was like "You mean mentally!" but he was dead serious. All of a sudden, he took the heart to finally get down to Styria after all the discussions we've had so far. It's so typically him catching me unawares. Sure enough, it was a pleasant surprise. It was hilarious directing him from the motorway to my flat, looking for the names of streets on the internet and telling Frantse where to go. Now the really weird thing was that he didn't stay for long, just a few hours and then he drove back to Upper Austria. But that's Frantse. Always good for some surprises. For the most part, we were talking about what was going on in his life since I felt that he had a lot to get off his chest, considering that he took a three-hours-drive in his stride to do so. How I missed talking about his sexual encounters and the ensuing disorientation, our talks about aliens and unknown foreign objects paying us a visit, the Illuminati guys, radiation manipulating our minds, the world's financial crisis and the possible motifs behind and whatnot. There is nothing better in the world than having this fake-hysterical conspiratory conversations that resemble so much a cabarett instead of actual, serious talk. I'm saying that we're both somewhat unreal and our friendship has in great detail always relied on coming up with the most factitious and mind-boggling stories of what's going on behind the scenes. Fact is we have both read too many "secret" books and read too much nonsense on the internet but it's our way of entertaining each other by outdoing each other with stories that seem to have been taken from a Hollywood script. It's just a weird sort of fun that we share. Around five o'clock in the morning we've had our share of cabarett, so Frantse left, heading back to Linz. I really would have preferred him to stay till Sunday but he's got family to take care of so we hugged, cracked some more idiotic jokes and then he was off. God knows when we'll be seeing each other again but one thing's for sure: we'll stay in contact irrespective of our phone calls being recorded in Genf or the Illuminati filtering our conversations in search of high-alert words. There'll be plenty more opportunities till 2012 to upset the greys. It's good to know that some things don't change ;-)
"MTV what have you done to me,
Save my soul, set me free.
Set me free, why are you coming for me?"
(Arcade once more)
I don't want the salesmen coming after me,
I don't wanna live in my Father's house no more."
"Windowsill" - The Arcade Fire
It's Sunday. I just had this incredible time in Stadtpark, reading one of the scripts for uni when Mörtel & Karin passed me by. They were all kiss-kiss and really funny. Just what I needed seeing that the script in my hands wasn't too exciting anyway. Georg doesn't seem to care to gimme a call or much less come over. I know from calling Julia that he's once again in Leibnitz with his parents. Well, don't wanna blow this out of proportion so what I'm saying is it's fine. Georg does whatever he wants to. Nevermind me. He's got his own head and I wasn't longing for too much involvement with people this weekend anyhow. So, after all, it's okay. I felt quite comfortable having this weekend for myself, meaning the entire flat was my sole kingdom, which was great. Having no one to listen to, just me and some music and my thoughts which are mostly good company. Yet I wish Georg would be here now. Fuck it, he's been sick for the last couple of days so I don't blame him for being on his own.
On Friday Frantse pulled off one of his crazy stunts. At around six pm he gave me a call stating he'd be in Graz in a few hours. I was like "You mean mentally!" but he was dead serious. All of a sudden, he took the heart to finally get down to Styria after all the discussions we've had so far. It's so typically him catching me unawares. Sure enough, it was a pleasant surprise. It was hilarious directing him from the motorway to my flat, looking for the names of streets on the internet and telling Frantse where to go. Now the really weird thing was that he didn't stay for long, just a few hours and then he drove back to Upper Austria. But that's Frantse. Always good for some surprises. For the most part, we were talking about what was going on in his life since I felt that he had a lot to get off his chest, considering that he took a three-hours-drive in his stride to do so. How I missed talking about his sexual encounters and the ensuing disorientation, our talks about aliens and unknown foreign objects paying us a visit, the Illuminati guys, radiation manipulating our minds, the world's financial crisis and the possible motifs behind and whatnot. There is nothing better in the world than having this fake-hysterical conspiratory conversations that resemble so much a cabarett instead of actual, serious talk. I'm saying that we're both somewhat unreal and our friendship has in great detail always relied on coming up with the most factitious and mind-boggling stories of what's going on behind the scenes. Fact is we have both read too many "secret" books and read too much nonsense on the internet but it's our way of entertaining each other by outdoing each other with stories that seem to have been taken from a Hollywood script. It's just a weird sort of fun that we share. Around five o'clock in the morning we've had our share of cabarett, so Frantse left, heading back to Linz. I really would have preferred him to stay till Sunday but he's got family to take care of so we hugged, cracked some more idiotic jokes and then he was off. God knows when we'll be seeing each other again but one thing's for sure: we'll stay in contact irrespective of our phone calls being recorded in Genf or the Illuminati filtering our conversations in search of high-alert words. There'll be plenty more opportunities till 2012 to upset the greys. It's good to know that some things don't change ;-)
"MTV what have you done to me,
Save my soul, set me free.
Set me free, why are you coming for me?"
(Arcade once more)
karma_police - 19. Okt, 18:11
