Weaves With Side Bangs

waste

Today, I'm not inspired, Therefore, I write just a little trash.

I once lived in an apartment not far from me, my colleague Chris will agree with me that included a totally strange neighbors. That his neighbors in the anonymity of a city only by the sounds of her knows that penetrate through the walls of the adjacent bathroom to have, I fairly quickly realized and as my interest in people in general, in our experience in the bridle has bothered me the only rarely, namely when the sounds were heard. My neighbors in the current apartment but I have never seen, but it usually listened to good music - And if not, I'll shoot cautious: "Magerkurth, oh Magerkurth, deep bass is not still!" (Total.KONTRAST - x-tra Rare Rammstein cover with only one stanza and just live)
Back to ex-neighbors.. That man had a decisive forthe civilization, existential and almost indispensable utensil simply not: He had no garbage can. to be mentioned here that apparently no one in the house has a garbage can, because the garbage pick-up Wednesday, I was always the only one who early in the morning, sleepy and his soulless garbage hauled to the curb. My neighbor, however, had a perfect solution to the problem of garbage absence found: the common storage room! Why should they spend good money for orange men when the garbage can simply scoop a further door. Mentioned area possessed the capacity objectively pleasing, mounted below the ceiling washing lines have got to where I could score in the first few weeks of my Bremistenz excellent results in drying laundry. The small, nondescript garbage bag I ignored it at first. But how it behaves with things that you studiously ignored, they swell time due to threatening proportions. The garbage tumor grew at least as far until you reach the Are feeling, in an experimental fifth to give a rotting floor hall. When I entered the room of an unsuspecting night to hang my laundry, pressing slightly to the inside of the door. I was surprised beyond measure, and pressed firm. Something slipped, rattled and the door opened a crack, so I was able to slip into it.
First, much of the stench on me. He stabbed me with long needles in the nose, over and over again. Diffuse light, the windows steamed up. My clothes hang like black sails of the rigging. From the corner of my eye I see a movement, drive around. The door slams shut. I have to hold a cloth over her mouth to participate in the stink not to suffocate. The right wall is from top to bottom in blue. A swirling, billowing thousands of wrinkled or bulging surface. Garbage bags. The whole room is full of it, where one treads waste everywhere. "Save the laundry and then get out of here." I think and make me out to take my belongings from the textile line. Because, again a movement. Something is lurking in garbage bags and I do not want to know what it is. Just arrived at the last boxer shorts, I suddenly hear a noise, a kind of gasp asthamatisches bursts from a corner. Panic I throw my clothes in the garment bag and sprint to the door, but "it" has already dug out of the bags. The figure is small and lean. Limbs and torso are those of an emaciated child, but the head ... I suggest both hands in horror at the mouth, my clothes fall to the ground. Instead of a head sitting on the shoulders of the nature of a lump of vrgammelten food. Maden cavort in it, from the sounds inside the hoarse rattle. The creature can barely stand, has dragged between me and the door and lifts the scruffy clumps head replacement sniffing in my direction. I move further back until I feel the window wall in the back. It moves schlufrend to me. My apartment is located directly behind the wall that now obstructs the right of my way. Suddenly comes a bold idea: I open a window, I grab my bundle of clothes before the filth-disgusting thing its paws can stretch it and swing myself on the front sloping roof. A vertigo comes over me. I have strong fear of heights. The bundle of clothes between his teeth I hangel over to my window, one of which is fortunately open. I stuff the first wash, then at me through the window and breathe deeply to swallow. Then I get a beer and sit on the bed. When I recovered from the shock, I begin to stretch ropes in my room, because it should at least have now released the laundry. The
Storage room I have never entered, but it was not necessary for my new tenant of the incidents to report in the next room. Since, each alone. It's like the first teeth to get, or be thrown into adolescence - so life is hard and unfair. I am at least glad that I have enough on my bed metal braces find ways of drying laundry.

stays clean!

your Thessy