Saturday, March 26, 2005

Jump into the fire

Dealing with fears:
A man is afraid of spiders.
What will he do to overcome this fear of his?
Walk in to a whole cavern. this will help him in the future.
A woman is afraid of heights.
She will jump out of an airplane.
Someone hates alcohol.
He will have a shot of the nastiest drink in the pub.
A boy and a girl are afraid of eachother.
They will leap in bed and have sex.
Is that what random sex is?

Friday, March 25, 2005

A new hope

One of the neighbours thinks she saw my Mamush, my cat.
Could she still be amongst the living?
Last night I smoked a cigarette before I went to sleep,
Thinking that it may be time to persume her dead.
Is it any good to give us that hope that she's still alive?
I really miss that cat, but no decadent cat like that one can survive in the outdoors for eight days.

Thursday, March 24, 2005


Drove all the way to the Galilee last night after work,
Only to take an aquarium with two pond-turtules to my house.
Picking a large glass aquarium with two turtles some rocks and water at 5:00am is no fun at all.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Mamush, the eternal princess of clumsiness

In "Leil Haseder" 2004. Please come back...Posted by Hello

Overhearing a friend

A good friend visited me in the pub last night.
this certain friend is the one who got me starting blogging.
after we talked for a while (interrupted by other customers all the time)
some friends of his came, and they moved to another table.
for reasons that are hidden within the depths of my personality
I could not join the conversation, but I had a real good time overhearing it.
I don't even know why I enjoyed it so, but as all the other customers left,
I poured myself some Tullamore Dew whiskey, smoked and listened for a long while.
it's been two double whiskeys until I freed myself from it.
Yep. Being passive is really good sometimes.

A dead cat.

A dead cat lying on the road welcomed my presence last night when I came home.
it was white and gray, and had some blood splattered by it.
I drove a colleague home, so I had to drive by it 3 times.
in time many cars will run it over, and it will blend into the road,
leaving only some remains of fur as it's tombstone.
a part of someone's life, rotting on the road.
a cat that was being fed by someone,
that was thrown to the floor when it climbed on the table.
my cat's gone too.
a dog chased her to the woods almost a week ago.
my whole family looked for her until yesterday, when they decided to quit it.
It was too much for my younger brother.
I'm tempted to write how great she is, but I'm not sure if she's still "is".
it will be a couple of days until I can write a lament.

Monday, March 14, 2005


Last night, at 3:00 am, when I was finally done cleaning the pub, and I was driving back to my apartment I saw a kid walking around, waving at me. I thought he needed help, so I stopped by, and he told me he needs a lift to the nearest taxi station.
I picked him up, only to be pulled over by a police car 20 seconds later.
the officer, dressed like a civilian started to look through my stuff,
asking me the same stupid questions over and over again.
I told him that I don't have anything illegal on me, and warned about the pack of "Drum Halfzware Shag" - handrolling tobacco.
Four types of rolling papers (Drum, Purehemp, Smoking kingsize and Smoking medium) alerted him and my knife (Columbia River Knives & Tools) even more.
after turning my bag inside out, and my car upside down, the officer radioed to the station and got permission to search my apartment. We rode there, leaving the kid in the nearest taxi station.
They didn't find anything illegal, but my knife. It seems that in a wonderful country like Israel it is illegal to carry a small pocket knife, but a handgun is alright. If I was in the woods, carrying a backpack, it was okay, he said.

Me, I don't mind the intrusion into my life at 3:30 am. I don't mind being treated as guilty until proven otherwise. I mind the fact that two 24yo police officers can enter anyone's home and sanctuary in the middle of the night, just because he had some rolling papers, and a good excuse to it.

I summed it up the next morning, that to avoid this kind of misunderstanding in the future, all I have to do is to change my car (looks suspicious) my job and working times, my hemp handbag, my clothes (look bohemian, in my grandfather's opinion), shave, stop rolling tobacco, and lose the knife.

Yep. All I have to do to stop being persecuted, is change myself completely.
but with a smile.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Closing Time

...And when you finally turn off the lights,
And squeakily shut the door and gates,
When you helplessly plummet into your car's driver seat,
When you arrive home, lie on your bed, and stare at the ceiling,
You simply want to stuff a large chunk of lead into the beak of
every single goddamn bloody songbird which is standing under
your window reminding you how deviant your lifestyle is.

Hate going to bed in 5:30 am.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Head Computer

If I only had a computer in my head to let me post all the time from wherever I am,
I would have been a healthier man.
problem is that until I come home all my insights have been washed away by tiredness and boredom.
more changes for me.
enrolled to the university, I'm to start my philosophy studies in October.
maybe after a year in the university I'll understand what I want to do with my life.
I think I'm happier now. This must be the reason I haven't blogged for a long time.
the most productive times of my life were when I was down.
songs, short stories, drawings, all along the dying of my soul,
whether I was in the army, or depressed for any other stupid reason.
it's a known fact that depressed people are the most creative ones.
There's more art that was thrived during frustration, than art made with happiness.

Is the human race so messed up that it only spreads it's own sadness?