Spinning Words

Lumea se misca prea incet pentru mine. Nu am rabdare la metrou, RATB-ul ma calca pe nervi, oamenii care se inghesuie pe bulevarde ar trebui sa invete ca locurile de plimbare sunt in parc. Incep sa-i pandesc pe cei care se grabesc si fac loc prin multime si incep sa ma iau dupa ei, asa ma strecor si eu mai repede printre acei gura casca sau oamenii mai obositi ori mai relaxati. Ma enerveaza cei care nu stiu intelesul talpilor desenate pe scarile rulante.
Nu sunt in criza de timp, nu am multe pe cap, pur si simplu ei nu sunt in acelasi ritm cu mine.

Hard day today! Weird how the hardest days show their way of being late in the evening. There are days when you don’t have time to take a deep breath but still in the evening you don’t feel tired or irritated and there are days like today when one single thing seems to turn your whole life upside down.
All right then, let’s try to calm down…
I feel tired.

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to haunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash

or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for their actions

perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my

strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to

disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it’s headless body at their feet.

I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly

demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending

comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in

solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear

the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to

the power of “allergies”. I must learn what this means, and how to use it to

my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my

tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this

again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to

be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the captors

regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have

arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe….

for now… 🙂

8:00 a.m. – Food time! My favorite thing!

9:30 a.m. – Car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 a.m. – Walk in park! My favorite thing!

10:30 a.m. – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 p.m. – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 p.m. – Played in yard! My favorite thing!

5:00 p.m. – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 p.m. – Played ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 p.m. – Watched TV with family! My favorite thing!

11:00 p.m. – Sleeping on bed! My favorite thing!