don't know story.


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Poetess: I wrote a story!
Inner voice: I am sure middle aged women will be very happy.
Poetess: what middle age?
I am not even sixty.
Inner voice: I hate working too.
Poetess (thinking of where to hide weights at work): what's wrong with it?
Inner voice: being a nice person at my work is a curse.
Poetess: I read in newspaper about some company,
Few employees got poisoned and they sued the company.
The fridge didn't work all weekend, first thing on Monday, bym..
Inner voice: we are not so lucky.
Poetess: I wrote a story (looking at the mirror) about some one else
And I think I need professional advise about where shall I go with it.
Inner voice: I have a friend for that.
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: what's your name boy?
Poetess: boy? Irina.
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: the mostest and importenest thing is grammar
And you have to know what are you are talking about.
Poetess (writing): the mostest importenest thing to know what I am talking about. I think I do!
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: yes, I was surprised myself
When the nurse started to take off my clothes.
Poetess: the nurse?
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: no, the horse was after, or before...
Let me think my beautiful ladies.
Poetess (kind of melting with a smile): thank you...
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: me to, I am thanking only the ambulance.
I was writing a poem about farm,
Special edition Mister Taker had a horse, pig, chickens and pit bulls,
I had to ride all of them myself,
Grandma with stupid questions, she was the last one.
Poetess: you were riding grandma?
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: she said she was single.
We have to trust people.
Mister Taker had something else too, but since the children might read,
We can't talk about any weapons, especially illegal.
It was a poem for the police.
Nice detective, gave me a pillow to sit down,
We were writing for a year..
Poetess: and what happened?
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: Peter? who is Peter?
You?
Poetess : my name is Irina.
Specialist in women, dogs and poetry :
What I was doing in the air?
I was asking this question myself:
What I am doing in the air with a laundry bag?
What am I doing in the air at all.
Five minutes, lovely conversation between birds and myself.
Wind must be changed the direction,
That was the third nurse explanation,
The one with wings didn't explain anything,
Told me to get ... out and start .. working.
And I am working my friends,
Teaching children and adults,
We are writing new story
" Penguin versus Trax, the dinosaur"..

2.
In the bus.
Grandma witch, mama witch and sister witch are waiting for papa witch.
Inner voice is holding garlic, onion, carrot, potatoes, salt and paper for protection.
Grandma witch (knowledgeably): that's to make soup.
Inner voice mumbles something unclear.
Sister witch: one "dream of an idiot" came true.
Poetess: why this bus has two different numbers on it?
Inner voice (thinking): why do I always want to be better then any one else?
Poetess: I don't know what to write here,
I don't know much about witches,
It will be unfinished story.
Inner voice (starts to worry): what?
(Nicely): don't you have few girlfriends at work.
Go, spend some time together.
Beautiful lady is reading a book "How turn beautiful lady into a frog"



3.

Inner voice kicks the entrance door, throws his jacket and bags with food, dog food, cat food, hamster treats and special bag with other items on the floor and shouts:
I am home slats!
The slats: are you ... out of your mind!?
Inner voice ( thinking at the same time as the slats are speaking): I am.. out of my mind!
The sluts: let him go to the store alone and he comes back completely insane.
Inner voice (thinking): I am completely insane!
The sluts: he is drunk!
Inner voice ( thinking ): I am drunk!
Hamster, cat and dog are waiting for their food.
Inner voice: my beauties..
I didn't know you are home.
I ate uncooked mushroom I think. ..
"Smotchie kiss" (the dog):
Good thing they don't fight too long ....looove. ...
Almost my massage time..
"Slat" (the cat): I am pregnant.
They gave me this name and think
I will go outside and will mind my own business?
But with the black cat?.. on the pine trees at the rush hour?!
I had never expected that from myself ..
"Barbie" (the hamster): ... bullshit,
No one checks anything.
Running every day in pink clothes, in the pink wheel,
In the pink hamster house,
And I am a ... boy!
Then every one shakes me (shakes his feet like it's thunderstorm): where are the babies?!
"Slat" ( the cat): you can play with mine..
"Smotchie kiss " (the dog): listen Barbie..