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[amonsterinhumanform-blog]

[erichspringer]

“Their names... Their names are unimportant.”

Volume 16 Chapter 140

1. 

A cafe in the Grand Hotel Evropa (Václavské náměstí, 25)

2.

Franz Kafka Square (náměstí Franze Kafky)

Right next to Kafka birthplace plaque.

[the-resident-psycho]

Jodaddy and jomaddy appreciation post

[the-resident-psycho]

If Martin had been Jodaddy...

Jodaddy would have seen how handsome his boy have been. :D

He would have seen how strong and intelligent and beautiful her girl is.

He would have thanked the man who saved his son's life.

Random thought of the day brought to you by The Resident Psycho.

[the-resident-psycho]

Viera Cerna... the hot momma

i've been thinking of writing a jomamaxjodaddyxbonaparta fic... but of course that would not interest anyone... tsk tsk tsk.... or how about vieraxbonaparta? it would be my otp.... ~~

[the-resident-psycho]

Jodaddy appreciation post

[because he needs attention too!]

Nobody Home by Pink Floyd 

I’ve got a little black book,

with my poems in

Got a bag, and a toothbrush and a comb in

When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me

a bone in…

  I’ve got elastic bands keeping my shoes

..got those, swollen hand blues.

I got thirteen channels of shit on TV to choose from.

  I’ve got electric light.

I got second sight.

Got amazing, powers of observation…

That’s how I know…

  When I try to get through,

on a telephone to you…

There’ll be nobody home.

  Got those on obligatory, Hendrix perm

And the inevitable pinhole burns

All down the front, of my favorite satin shirt.

  I got nicotine stains on my fingers

Got a silver spoon on the chair

Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

  I got a wild, staring eyes

I’ve got a strong urge to fly.

But I got nowhere to fly to

  Oh babe, when I pick up the phone

There’s still nobody home.

  Got a pair of Gohills boots,

And I’ve got, fadin’ roots…

[applicable to all soldiers as well]

[letterstoannafromjohan]

January 15, 1987

Mein lieber Anna,

I awoke with a start.

For the first time after we fled the Eisler Memorial, I had a dream.  The dream was all about a career soldier in Prague.  He said he was looking for a woman a friend told him he had to meet.  He invited me to the restaurant where he's meeting the woman, and asked me a lot of questions.

"What is your name?" said the man.

"I don't have a name."

"Oh" the man answered, "I see, you don't want to give your name, well that's good for your safety boy.  What are you doing here all by yourself? Where are your parents?"

The words came out of me so naturally, like i knew the man right from the start.

"I'm looking for my sister.  She said she'll be waiting for me here.  But she's gone.  I have to go and find her."

The man had a smile on his face.  He gave me a bread with jam on it.

"How will you look for your sister? You seem lost... where do you live?"

"The Three Frogs.  My sister and I live there."

"Three Frogs.. hmm, I've never heard of Three Frogs.  Let's see, how about I take you to the Police station?"

I suddenly stood from my seat.

"I will not go to the police.  They will take me away from my sister."

"I see, I see.  Calm down now."

He gave me more bread and jam.  Just when I'm about to finish my bread, the woman she's going to meet came.

I knew her face very well.  It was Anna.

~

Johan