Infinite Sky
By Dreamerslover
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’Come here! Take this sandwich, the pizza is mine!’ Said Oliver while passing something which looked more like the soil of a shoe, or at least it was a sandwich a long time before we met.
’Don’t be such a princess, in Tesco they sell them for more than 3 quid’ bitterly and mean as always hissed my brand new husband.
’Plus you have the most infinite imagination in the whole world! Use it now please! Ha-ha that imagination of yours scares me sometimes ’ continued Oliver as if talking to himself more, because I was busy chasing off the flies which wanted to build a house over my sandwich.
After the persuasion he put into his tone, (or should I say punching me in the ribs) a very delightful gesture was made in the meaning of “I don’t give a broken penny about what happens to your stubborn like a mule persona’, but in a more hard core fashion. Oliver grabbed his snack with such hunger, saliva dropping on the sides of his mouth that I could actually feel how yummy his food was. I could smell the aroma of freshly baked vegetables and cheese over crispy thin bread, and that look of pure perfection on a single pizza slice. Ah, life is so simple when you are 7 and a half, I wonder what would it be like when we get 8. If we get there that is.
Searching through the bins isn't a fun activity as you can imagine. However is not the worst either. Oliver says he outran a bunch of dogs once, but if you ask me don’t believe his every word – it’s not a coincidence in the most famous Siberian pub call him ’Medved’ which means ‘The mighty one who killed the dragons'. Good thing is that our keeper told me that it actually means ’bear’. No wonder why – although Oliver is a skinny bastard, he is tall till the sky and roars like a grisly when he is hungry. Or another explanation could be his bear tattoo covering his whole back. I have always thought only grown ups could have one. But Oliver is a bit older than me, maybe there is the allowance that after 10 you could do whatever malice you’d like to your body. Like growing a mustache for example! I can not think of a worst punishment! Do you think if I make Lady Grumpenstein mad she will curse me to have a mustache bushy like hers? Believe me, there is nothing more suspicious and dangerous than a lady with such an attribute. Grumpenstein wears bright pink on her lips and when she smiles I get the goose bumps, which reminds me that me and Oliver should be heading back home.
Did I mention that most of my brothers are warewolves? Anyway I’ve thought it would be nice to let you know in case you decide to come along to Painsvile. It’s a really picturesque miniature, like a peace of art from those people who are accused of pure madness, because they draw dots and lines which make no sense, but everyone can connect them in their own way and see actual things. Geniuses Grumpenstein calls them when she makes me and Oliver go and steal from some gallery or museum. Don’t worry we are not bad guys – we only get cookies or eventually a wallet .
’If someone has a wallet that means that person is bathing in gold and milk. Because if you are poor, you do not have more than few pennies and who needs a whole wallet to be heavy and get covered with dust and spider webs, when you have a pocket. Besides when you have few pennies, you just buy bread for the pigeons, because the money is not enough- you get only few crumbs. And crumbs will taste bitter and like poison when your stomach is singing the “I am fucking starving man.’
Oliver is wise…sometimes. And believe me in this world you need a wise partner, who could make you eat rubbish, but won’t let you die. That is why I will marry him when I get 12 – that is the age I think you are not anymore a child, nor are too old to call yourself a grown-up.
“Oliver?” I write down in the chat space of the game.
“Yes?” replies my partner.
“When I grow up I will tattoo the whole sky on myself”.
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This a great 'take' on the
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Hello D lover. I'm pleased
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