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Zepp The Dripping Blood
The blood dripped down his forehead. Cold, red and thick. He touched it .lt didn't stream like flood but he was injured.Someone did that. A dagger? or bare handed? Didn't know. but he collided into a cold and and rough surface wall.The fishy smelling blood was running down his neck.It was sickening.His father stood up straigthtly and shouted in a very angry and powerful voice 'Stop! .."He woke up perspiring.The creepy crow of cock could be heard slowly entering his musty room.Zepp was laying down glaring at the ceiling.His racing thoughts ran after him in many faces .Things he went through in the prison and inmates .His freak cousin Axel who came up to his office without saying anything .The uncontactable yoga trainers whose faces were unseen.And the scarry story about a notorious evil ...who got tantamount problem with his matriarchal mother and formed his character..From Crime lnvestigation.*By all appearances, Edmund was a well-adjusted young man. He was always polite
Zepp The Spirit
The goddess ' s name is Alsava.She was crowned with dry leaves and wild flowers was in a wide green grassy field . Little butterflies flying low to play with her. She smiled and touched them .She wanted to remember something when she was alive.Her wish was to see the work of the angels who determine the fate of the world.They must have saved the thick books of the preset human life and death .Those peerless angels must have been working and kept the file on a locked drawers and shelves.She fully trust in the desole arbiter of God and the angels are the officers and crews of the great and secretive forces .They have been working ceaselessly from the beginning of time till the end.The angels are never prolix some in their jobs.Supposedly somewhat refractive. Are they dewy eyed cause of the holiness ?They might be groundless as they have wings which flying faster than light speed!They are such commendable creatures.Alsava wants to know why she had a mother who was so strange
Zepp Long Gone Days
"Look at the cloudy days but people still carry out their activities."" Yes ...we have a lot of grey days at this time of year. Spring will be here soon.""Nice shot ..l like the Painting.. Yes.. I should try to paint again that's my local park...Another picture of Eastern Passage ..just down the road from where I live.""I love your little bee. It's incredible ...So beautiful ..very nice".Smilingly, Zepp concluded that for some time he lost consciousness .The past experiences had such physical effects on him . Sweating or wanting to punch and throw something or someone. Nightmares or scattered dreams at night and even at daytime.He just put his cellphone into his pocket and had just a talk with someone, but he forgot with whom he talked to.It was a female voice but where was the resource of developing the chat and maintaining in the memory ,who would talk about painting..what was it all about?No matter how hard he tried to remember , nothing could help to increase the w
Zepp What Had They Done
" What do you know about what had done by our cousin and uncle till they were caught and be in jailed, regardless how much money they have? Did not they think of bribing or things like that to make them not ..."."Living in disguise?or disgrace you mean ?"" If l were as rich as him ,l wouldn't have given a damn to the law ! Who has not any wrong deeds?"'' Yeah ..many innocent people go to jail for nothing fault they did ..and vice versa! Many real criminals go free as the money they have or special social status "." What had he done?"." Just think about various crimes people can do and think if our relatives might have done,Ax ".What! Rape ? What for ? They could have any girl they want ..fraud business,so that's why they are so rich ? His dad was a landlord of huge huge property, everyone knows that.. abduction? Or killing?whom ?"" That's everyone 's question, you know Hex.. " ." None ever asked him directly?!He must have a girlfriend or lots of maybe .. There must be someone
Zepp If I Die Today
"Zepp ! " He doesn't care that his name was called .Or he's just on the yellowish old paper.So he didn't hear it."'If l die today l shall pack what l can bring with me whatever they are .I'm happy if it does.As nothing in life but grief.I will not need anything anymore if l send my last breath.What l pack maybe only rags and crumbs..''Zepp put back the old yellowish paper into the wooden box .He didn't know who wrote that . It's sounds someone in despair .He neither knows if the paper was a letter or just a piece of diary.lts not a handwriting.lts written by someone wrote it in an old typewriter.ls it important or not . He did not know.What is important and what is not.Damn it ! Who cares..But he continued reading..' Nothing is important any more for me now.But l will say it if there is some one care to listen.It is like a peevish child who threaten to run away if none cares . Actually the kid wants to be listen .ls it me like that ? I struggle all my life but everything seem
Zepp Hero
For a moment Zepp stopped his car on the side of the road to smoke. It was late in the evening. The city lights started to turn on. A few meters in front of him parked, a heavily pregnant woman had a heated argument with the taxi driver clearly he could hear the woman saying that ,why wasn't the taxi driver drove her to the place according to the commitment before ,that she was to be escorted directly to the address she ordered to .The driver stubbornly said that , he soon was going to change shifts with another driver. "Can you have the heart for a pregnant woman?" said the woman. She screamed.Zepp got out of his car and approached them. He glared at the taxi driver. before ordering him,"You,...hey you! get out !" but the taxi driver was stubbornly sat still in his car seat . Zepp quickly took out his cigarette and stepped the lighting cigarette on the road altogether with something from his black coat pocket and pointed it straight at the driver's windshield.The taxi dri
Zepp Alsava
When ones have colorless life maybe they will collect anything colorful in mind by painting or cutting interesting pictures then glued them in their bedroom wall or a diary, looking at them intensely to make some more imagination about a dreamy place and people, neighborhood, environment..Maybe colorful comics and cartoons help much and it does.There’s something appealing about black and white photograph. It has a timeless touch . It flows a breathtaking creepy mood at times. So what could Alsava do to visualize the black and white images? Diary listen better than anyone.Its like the limitless sky where angels were silent to hear people cry ...It was her best friend.Diary ..."Hidden love is in the beloved oneSee ..Hear ..Look ..ListenHe She Loves Another... That's the scarry fact ..So Don't be scareJust realize ..Don't fool being fooled.Well l.dont talk about feminismI simply wanna say that women should have senses of self defence when being attacked .Not only yellin
Zepp The Past Midnight
"Is life a puzzle ,a gamble or fable?Or more than those..That stairs are messy .Seems leading to nowhere Or somewhere?""Where will you go ?"Yesterday everybody did various things of folly and Today we see all the axiomatic forms ""Tomorrow maybe yes maybe no...Do we make step One step ahead.""Where are we...Where to be ?""Neolib bring neo slaveryTaipans tycoons play the worldOwning half of the worldHaving jets cruises malls farming etcetera.. Billions of people live on ground With worms bushes dry land ditch What is living on earth means ?Falling from Eden ?Adam Eva ?Searching big leaves to cover their bodiesthePlanting farming to survive ?""Yes ..That's what they teach about living on earthLiving with morality virtues human values But nowadays.....People living just like beastPredators Preys "."Tea leaves is better than teabags..From season to seasonEvent to event Wrong to wrongNice to niceAre chapters of lesson book of life "Cairo in my mind.."Cairo with t