Ermis V.

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Derik stood out the window in his narrow flat in Eddo
The sky had the color of television in a blank channel
It was afternoon , and the time was right to walk by the remains of
what used to be the river that flowed through the junkyard
Derik walked through the cloudy afternoon with his hands in his pockets
There was not a soul in sight when Eddo was abandonded because of the nuclear war
He was a not special, though little did he have to lose, his parents weren’t there to help him
No one knew where they were. Just like every day he would stroll by the junkyard whilst the night
hid the burnt metal and scrapped neon signs beneath his feet.
In another part of the neighborhood , a girl named Yuki did the same thing .
She was British, but abandonded as a baby in an orphanage since her parents died in their sleep by an incurable
disease. She was trasnferred to Japan after she reached the age of 6 and foster parents took care of her.
Yuki had a feeling something was wrong in the ambience of the city but aloof as she was,
she ignorantly passed that as a whim of the times.
She was a boyish girl and her head was always down looking at the city’s sewers and gray pavements
thinking about matters she forgot in an hour.
Once these youngsters met in an alley way that was above their city sector , that was sector 8.
While Derik was social, he would spend days in cyberspace, taking advantage of the mass migration to
visit restricted areas of the state just for the kicks of it.
He used to climb on high buildings , which were now solid stones in the ground
Getting ahold of better connection to his virtual world exit at the back of his head.
Once Yuki had her cat , Selinia, missing and she went out to find her
Her long sleeved shirt would interweave with the only few barren flowers of the town as she tried
to find her strange cat.
She climbed on top of a building where she found a man that was obviously not aware of his surroundings
He was in the corner of a wrecked storage room, with round eyeglasses covering his eyes
he was laying back with no shoes on and the behind of his head had a plug inserted into his brain.
It was commonplace for cyberspace junkies to be found like that, but Derik hadn’t thought of the possibility
of a survivor, so he did not take any precautions to him being found out.
Yuki tried to wake him but he had no measurment of time and space in the matrix, so she passed him by.
As she walked away the cat’s meowing broke the silence of the dead city and she turned her head around to listen to it
Right below a pink neon sign that was flickering, her cat was munching on a stake and was fighting with the other
cats to claim it.
The cluttering noise they made echoed in the dark corners of the city as a soft acid rain crept over the metallic metropolis.
Yuki grabbed Selena and she started running to get back home when she watched the place where Derik was.
No one was there anymore, but a figure was staggering in the distance, walking by the dried out river.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I thought I was the only one here ” said Derik
Yuki approached the man as Selene, her cat, didn’t seem too happy to meet another human in weeks
“What happened to you ?” said Derik
Yuki: I am not the one who lays on the floor O.D.ing on the matrix.
Derik: I wasnt bothering anyone so why make a fuss about it. It’s not like Im stealing anything
Everyone has left Eddo and the machines are basically free to use. My equipment was broken on the last storm

I was worried you might be dead, said yuki whilst the rain had gotten stronger
Derik : Can I help you out? I have a hide out here nearby, me and the few Eddo survivors live there.
Yuki hurried with Derik to their hideout where she found two men and a woman all plugged in the matrix
She left her drenched shirt on the floor and sat by the fire that was prepared .

I’m all alone in a distant world

It’s green and it’s blue..

It has fairies wandering around

I fall in its  green waters

Unable to  rise from the bottom

There lies a demon

In my reflection

A reminder to myself. Julia is the most wonderful girl I have ever met. I think about her from time to time, and her youthful way of expressing herself is, to me, the cutest thing ever.

She is real, she doesn’t hide amd isn’t afraid to show her dark side (I am glad they have cookies on the other side) She is mature for her age and has a cute face and a body to match. Gosh, she is sweet and makes me wanna hug her. I even talked about Final Fantasy and other subjects with her, and she responded . Which makes me admire her even more. Now, all of that is a sentient and I’m not really in love with anyone, but I could easily fall for her. Given the fact she is hot too, I’m all for it. I also like her name; she has the same name with a woman who used to be my ma’s best friend , and I used to go to her house and watch her son play Super Mario Bros as a wee kid. Gee whiz; my childhood revolves around videogames. Anyway, I wish for her to be well, to find happiness (if she hasn’t already found it) and all of her dreams to come true. We don’t talk much these days but I’m thinking about her right now. See ya Julia.

Loveless is my name, for the journey lies ahead of the playstation 1 console
when the time was young , and we felt immortal. Why should the tramps fill our cult tunnels?
The age of Kent, the barrell lover, is over. He trimmed his shoe laces and kept a high profile towards
the foolish cornucopia of plastic venuses.
Live within my cell phone agriculutral status. Urine and gasses of Coffing came to a halt that day.
Menelmacar watches over the keyboard children, and lurks behind the fertile used panties of Randomia hotties.
The thing is, pretty much it, stranger. Why is this man looking at me with that game-production look?
Is he a programmer or an apple lime bar? Was it because his impressionable age was clashing with oddworld’s
twilight of gray skies of sinks left unfurnished? I will keep that candy bar, because Aunt Marjory kept me
filled with cotton, said she. Can we keep the hairs of yesterday? Can we stroke our lemons in peace?
No, said the lord of Ki-citizens. For he was the one that rekindled the hope in our bellies.
Fornicate the begotten grass of FUF, enter the utopia of old bread, keep the bees at bay, and above all,
don’t forget to water the foundations of cynamon. Is it ahead of my time to say that
blue skies and slow beats will rule the world? That the old time will switch to ubuntu and that the kids of
middle earth will keep the flame of detergent ablaze, the wind of Randomia giving fuel to the grandmothers of
my washing machine. Why is that, said Paul? It was because of Jeeves, that the hole in my tree kept mumbling
mumbo jumbo about the vain corn flowers of Autumn. No one got hurt though, and he quickly changed to his
usual clothes and touched my buttocks once again. Not, said the verdant cauliflower king of LSD sundays. It is
very fortunate that the notes of Odysseus kept shining in his heart, illuminating the weak heart of my CPU cooler.
Keep the dork at bay, save the oatmeals of yesterday and counter attack the rainbow of sewer boredom.
Mosquito bites kept their alliance with the corners of my table for quite some time, and forced me to regroup
and count to ten twelve point two times. Yesterday my shoes were too cocky for my kitten screen. She was
swift, agile and very tame. Alas, my two shirts came to a consensus and fed my mutton with kisses. For ever more.