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i dont know why i'm writing. i just didnt know what else to do. and rather than get depressed by trying to think of something valuable to say.
we must take what we have as a gift. i dont think of things as gifts. people pass and trade things around only. i think what we have is what we must use.
i think it is more than proper though, to begin writing a novel/screen play. i call it, the mushroom.
ok, so it starts off with scenes of guatemala. sky scrapers. carretera al salvador. the linea. 4 grados norte.
skies. blue. jungle. landslides. house on the edge of ceros. the bums. the beggars. the rich folk. the guaruras.
the kids. plaza futeca. zona viva. boca del monte. embassies. el palacio nacional. mcdonalds. gauchitos.
the malls. the prostitutes. the drug dealers. the gym teachers. the karate classes. the fast young drivers. the transit police.
the normal police, stopping some one.
the old sunday drivers. the skaters. the bikers going down carreterra al salvador. the young ladies walking
with their grandmother or mothers. the rich small children. the poor small children.
everything...
the view from the top of the mountain, staring off into the sea of concrete buildings. slightly through the suns brightness, and the city's smog,
the shape of the pacaya volcanoe. then a close up.
...then the buses. lotsa buses. all sorts and brands. in one of them. in the next one. and then finally... a bus
where this chapin is givin a lil speech to collect charity for drug rehabilitation centers,by selling pens at 2 q's.
row by row, you see the school girls. the bus driver, his assistant. the gardners, the maids, the secretaries,
the guys who's motorcycle broke down.
and then there is be no way the mid class junkies could be left out. but then a few rows behind, neither could the pacifists.
some times they come in the form of tourists. or hippies. or nice old ladies. but this time, it was the unemployed.
akward silence. the ride continued up passin campo marte. the number 2.
jaqui looked for the expression in miguel's face. he just stared at his own crotch or the old man talking.
they passed the esso gas station and thats when jaqui noticed a worried expression on the man's face, making the speech.
he decided to wrap it up and collect the doe. miguel pulled out 5 q's and puts it in the man's hand coming by, while with \
his other he pulled out 2 pens. wonderful designs, very picasso like flowed down the pens.
jaqui smirked and then leaned back asking, "where are we going exactly?"
"we're going to a place that has many people, yet few cars."
"that's easy."
"the mall?" asked miguel.
"no, the market."
2 stops and buses away they were sitting in an exclusive corner inside the market, with elevated steps that actually just goe into the corner.
the vendors just watched them waiting for them to buy something, or make the weirdest kind of robbery ever sitting down.
jaqui and miguel sat quietly with a small paper bag and lit each other's cigarette. out of the paper bag, miguel pulled out
a coffee for each of them and a tape recorder. jaqui said, "ha" as he was doing this. "ya know we're gonna be late to class
again. how long are we staying here?"
"we're just gonna.." said miguel.
"we're just drinking coffee in the market?"
"no... damn it. we're actually being part of the energy flow before we go give it all to our class."
jaqui stays quiet, then says, "what the fuck?".
"aww man. ya hear these people walking?"
jaqui twists her eye brows like a rat tail whip.
"damn. i mean, dont look at the way they walk. you cant tell too much from hearing every one together.
but listen to the each."
jaqui smiles and says, "now i know youre full of shit, before i was confused.." and miguel slaps her on the arm as she giggles and blocks herself.
Jaqui stops thinking. she actually hears the foot steps. and she hears different sounds actually. sounds she
couldnt tell what they were.jaqui felt confused for a second, as if miguel was just talking shit. then she started
hearing rhythm. she began feeling in sinc with the vibrations from the ground. she could hear the slouching, the scrathing,
the tripping, the big steps, the small ones, and before she knew it, she was in the middle of a symphony. and smiling.
3 buses later they arrived to the university. after crossing the crafty garden entrance came the first hall, salutations and fist hand greetings
to, Marco, Arturo, and Vladimir from art history. first stair way, say hi and kiss side of face to Isabel, Hilda and Carmen from saft ware 1 and 2.
Second floor hallway, say hi to jose, ernesto, and rolando, and kiss side of face of Elizabeth, Christina, johanna, and Luisa from fundamentals
of design. passing for coffee near stairs at the coffee stand, say hi to carol, another elizabeth, charlie, and carlos from another class.
going up the stairs, say hi to techi second Carlos, Marisa from art history too. finally getting to software class on the third floor, say hi to
carolina, Samantha, La guera, micheal, jose luis, ricardo, Valentina, stephanie, daniel, the other miguel, jacobo, ander, maria number 2,
victor, ivan, jaime, fernanda, another luisaand finally the homies, gregory, and marcus. all this while listening to "19th nervous breakdown",
by the rolling stones.
marcus looked at us and said, "finally made it to class."
"we dont have to stay" said miguel, and pulled out 4 little purple pills.
all four huddled around them in silence decision making.
when the circle dispersed. the pills were gone. the class started. and students came in.
thigns started speeding up, the teacher started the class and was well into it by the time our foursome
pulled out their notebooks. people talkin in and out of turn, miguel and jaqui laugh. clocks ticking away. and eye balls
faces and lips. and increidible giant fiddling with fingers.
they all slowly opened their eyes. the city flowed faster and faster passed their eyes. they woke up again. the car
was going faster than it ever did before , and prolly when they quickly pulled out of the car as it stopped and sat at the edge of the city,
they contemplated the stop as a car crash that didnt happen. they smiled and took a breath. Greg then said, "ouch."
we must take what we have as a gift. i dont think of things as gifts. people pass and trade things around only. i think what we have is what we must use.
i think it is more than proper though, to begin writing a novel/screen play. i call it, the mushroom.
ok, so it starts off with scenes of guatemala. sky scrapers. carretera al salvador. the linea. 4 grados norte.
skies. blue. jungle. landslides. house on the edge of ceros. the bums. the beggars. the rich folk. the guaruras.
the kids. plaza futeca. zona viva. boca del monte. embassies. el palacio nacional. mcdonalds. gauchitos.
the malls. the prostitutes. the drug dealers. the gym teachers. the karate classes. the fast young drivers. the transit police.
the normal police, stopping some one.
the old sunday drivers. the skaters. the bikers going down carreterra al salvador. the young ladies walking
with their grandmother or mothers. the rich small children. the poor small children.
everything...
the view from the top of the mountain, staring off into the sea of concrete buildings. slightly through the suns brightness, and the city's smog,
the shape of the pacaya volcanoe. then a close up.
...then the buses. lotsa buses. all sorts and brands. in one of them. in the next one. and then finally... a bus
where this chapin is givin a lil speech to collect charity for drug rehabilitation centers,by selling pens at 2 q's.
row by row, you see the school girls. the bus driver, his assistant. the gardners, the maids, the secretaries,
the guys who's motorcycle broke down.
and then there is be no way the mid class junkies could be left out. but then a few rows behind, neither could the pacifists.
some times they come in the form of tourists. or hippies. or nice old ladies. but this time, it was the unemployed.
akward silence. the ride continued up passin campo marte. the number 2.
jaqui looked for the expression in miguel's face. he just stared at his own crotch or the old man talking.
they passed the esso gas station and thats when jaqui noticed a worried expression on the man's face, making the speech.
he decided to wrap it up and collect the doe. miguel pulled out 5 q's and puts it in the man's hand coming by, while with \
his other he pulled out 2 pens. wonderful designs, very picasso like flowed down the pens.
jaqui smirked and then leaned back asking, "where are we going exactly?"
"we're going to a place that has many people, yet few cars."
"that's easy."
"the mall?" asked miguel.
"no, the market."
2 stops and buses away they were sitting in an exclusive corner inside the market, with elevated steps that actually just goe into the corner.
the vendors just watched them waiting for them to buy something, or make the weirdest kind of robbery ever sitting down.
jaqui and miguel sat quietly with a small paper bag and lit each other's cigarette. out of the paper bag, miguel pulled out
a coffee for each of them and a tape recorder. jaqui said, "ha" as he was doing this. "ya know we're gonna be late to class
again. how long are we staying here?"
"we're just gonna.." said miguel.
"we're just drinking coffee in the market?"
"no... damn it. we're actually being part of the energy flow before we go give it all to our class."
jaqui stays quiet, then says, "what the fuck?".
"aww man. ya hear these people walking?"
jaqui twists her eye brows like a rat tail whip.
"damn. i mean, dont look at the way they walk. you cant tell too much from hearing every one together.
but listen to the each."
jaqui smiles and says, "now i know youre full of shit, before i was confused.." and miguel slaps her on the arm as she giggles and blocks herself.
Jaqui stops thinking. she actually hears the foot steps. and she hears different sounds actually. sounds she
couldnt tell what they were.jaqui felt confused for a second, as if miguel was just talking shit. then she started
hearing rhythm. she began feeling in sinc with the vibrations from the ground. she could hear the slouching, the scrathing,
the tripping, the big steps, the small ones, and before she knew it, she was in the middle of a symphony. and smiling.
3 buses later they arrived to the university. after crossing the crafty garden entrance came the first hall, salutations and fist hand greetings
to, Marco, Arturo, and Vladimir from art history. first stair way, say hi and kiss side of face to Isabel, Hilda and Carmen from saft ware 1 and 2.
Second floor hallway, say hi to jose, ernesto, and rolando, and kiss side of face of Elizabeth, Christina, johanna, and Luisa from fundamentals
of design. passing for coffee near stairs at the coffee stand, say hi to carol, another elizabeth, charlie, and carlos from another class.
going up the stairs, say hi to techi second Carlos, Marisa from art history too. finally getting to software class on the third floor, say hi to
carolina, Samantha, La guera, micheal, jose luis, ricardo, Valentina, stephanie, daniel, the other miguel, jacobo, ander, maria number 2,
victor, ivan, jaime, fernanda, another luisaand finally the homies, gregory, and marcus. all this while listening to "19th nervous breakdown",
by the rolling stones.
marcus looked at us and said, "finally made it to class."
"we dont have to stay" said miguel, and pulled out 4 little purple pills.
all four huddled around them in silence decision making.
when the circle dispersed. the pills were gone. the class started. and students came in.
thigns started speeding up, the teacher started the class and was well into it by the time our foursome
pulled out their notebooks. people talkin in and out of turn, miguel and jaqui laugh. clocks ticking away. and eye balls
faces and lips. and increidible giant fiddling with fingers.
they all slowly opened their eyes. the city flowed faster and faster passed their eyes. they woke up again. the car
was going faster than it ever did before , and prolly when they quickly pulled out of the car as it stopped and sat at the edge of the city,
they contemplated the stop as a car crash that didnt happen. they smiled and took a breath. Greg then said, "ouch."