Assholes

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The more you need, the more you lose.
Assholes.

How The Boat Drifts

What is chemo?
Do you really wanna learn grandma?
It's a kind of jellyfish that floats within your body.
It's the whitest noise.
No no no!
Don't be scared.
It rocks!
You'll love the coldness of your body,
You'll love the nausea.
We'll go to chemo every week and you'll love it.
What?
You wonder who is talking?
This is your grand daughter remember?
The one you used to love and care so much?
Please...
Remember that you'd miss me,
If you wouldn't see me for one day.

You wonder the meaning of the word 'day'?
It's the time for you to decide which way to go to reach the land while you are swimming in a fluid.
It's the frameless shape.

Hey, I'm here!
It's not the ceiling!
Yeah, this is your scar from your latest surgery.
You were amazing.
Doctors were blown by you!
Where are you going?
Don't hate me.
I love you.

Past Year Is Passed

I should be the happiest person in the whole world, I thought.
While I was drinking cold water from my blue hippo shaped flask, the only thing in my mind was the oversizeness of my grandma's breast.
Oh, how I love cold water.
Thanks to my fridge, I said.
He was more than a fridge. Even he was providing hot water for me.
A fridge?
Hot water?
Am I just going too far? Am I overdrawing my hero?
No.
My fridge is a hero. He needs to be overdrawn.
Wait, did I just implied that I was overdrawing?
Anyway, he is a hero. That's for sure. Like how an egg is an egg, my fridge is a hero.
At first sight I knew that he was never going to leave me, like the wig which I made from the legs of the spiders. If the spider leg wig is permanent, the fridge should be permanent too, like how an egg is an egg.
My fridge was a versatile one. Besides keeping all the things that I put inside, he could play basketball and swim well. I was putting all the things inside him, without discrimination; broccolies, cabbages, pickles, clutch plates, milk, motor fuel, beans, thoughts, lettuces, cadavers, cogwheels, hopes, marbles, cucumbers..

He was keeping them fresh like the first day.
But when I tried to put some bruised tomatoe, something happened.
My dreadful tomatoes were not fitting in.
Was I just too overburdening it?
'But my hero fridge should get them all!' I said fiercely.
Why was he making discrimination?
Was I just too overburdening it?
Should I take out some cucumber and try again?

-Please hold on.
.
.
.
Connecting cucumbers...
Calculating free space...

I understood, even if I take the cucumbers out, my ugly tomatoes would not fit in.
My fridge was making discrimination.
How unfair!
Or should I made a discrimination at the beginning, deciding what to put inside and what not to.
Ok. So let's don't put the tomatoes.
What?
You are not keeping cold anymore?
Are you kidding?
Let's make a deal. Don't give any hot water but keep the cold?
No? Just no?
After all this time, my hero fridge was telling me that.
How will I keep my caviar and hopes fresh?
Let's pretend that he is still refrigerating.

Ignorance is bliss.

Comparison

Scientists dream too.