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- [ Histamin ] [ By Pivic ]
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- H i s t a m i n
- by Pivic (pivic@skom.se)
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- The music is guitars in harmony with much dist. The people are jumping
- around on the stage and are stated geniuses. I can't handle them, or this
- new punk-scene which most of the Ostermalmchildren have taken to. Girls
- with black hair, black clothes - a skin-jacket with an anarchist-A on the
- backside - gets into her father's BMW as he comes to pick her up. What is
- she going to say to her little friends over the telephone tonight? That
- her father was SO pissed at her when he said he didn't want to see her
- with such people again? Hardly - he probably didn't even care. He
- probably sat and eased his belt, glasses and his conscience, while his
- poor daughter is dancing the-dying-yuppie-waltz by thinking of tonight's
- concert. The band's name was Plutonium.
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- By Karlaplan, via one of the underground exits, there is a shop.
- There an old lady always sits on the summers with her feet on the counter
- and a GB-cap, one with an elastic band instead of just textile. She
- usually eats Piggelin. Her husband once said the preservative that's in
- the ice-cream helped you against the sun, that it was better than suntan
- oil and so. She didn't know that what she was eating really was huge
- amounts of a light-green pigment, which affected her skin in a most
- peculiar way. Her good friends noticed nothing, but customers who never
- had seen her before wondered where the colour came from, as if the shop
- had green plastic as roof.
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- Have you ever met a person who likes to weigh things to see if they will
- fall or not - a person who likes to make big piles of books on their floor
- at home and then say it has to do with a lack of space, even though that
- person has space for whatever? Daniel was a person who lived on the
- fifteenth storey. He had loads of things on his balcony, which's door
- almost always stood open. The balcony was pretty solid, nothing one falls
- off if one doesn't wish to. The rail was pretty solid as well, which was
- something he made sure of before he bought it. Then the carpet-carriers
- came. The street below the balcony was crowded, during rush hour. NOW.
- They went into the balcony and looked around. They saw typewriters and
- goldfish-bowls on the rail, which made them look at each other with
- strange faces for a moment. After diverse chit-chat between the three,
- the two workers took a couple of carpets each and left. The first carpet-
- carrier banged a fish bowl which slipped off the rail with a metallic
- sound. The other worker then almost soundlessly turned around and stuck
- two typewriters off the rail. Daniel could hear music, when the three
- looked at the objects which fell towards the people.
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- The cities are desolate. Two cars are going towards each other in a low
- speed over the old russian tundra. The wind is making the drivers think
- it whistles outside, because of chicken-nets which doesn't exist. Their
- speed is increasing. One is turning and the other one as well, so that
- they're directed towards each other. Time passes and when they smash it's
- frontally. The first car's petrol-tank which was on the car's top,
- smashed against the other car and sat fire to it. The fire spread to the
- first one. The fire was invisible because the temperature was below -40
- degrees Celsius and the heat was spreading fast. The cars were welded
- together. One man survived.
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- I'm walking outside on the street and I see skinheads fighting outside a
- pub. The pub is brightly lit and I see lots of people fighting outside the
- pub as well. Mostly I see skinheads in dark jackets, probably from India
- or some other kind of developing country, which probably are the
- skinheads' most beautiful and valuable possessions and they're adorned by
- the Union Jack. They're shouting at and kicking people which seem to be
- the family who own the pub, the family Purrajabijn; my neighbors. I see
- how one of them, the youngest boy, Mamet, is walking outside with a tray
- of beers. A skin hits the tray and the beers break against the ground at
- the same time Mamet gets a couple of chair-legs in his stomach, the same
- legs which were used to break the beers. Two skins help their cause. And
- I walk on - I've seen enough. They can manage without my help.
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- She's putting together pages text pictures. She is using a roller to paste
- pictures and text onto a big sheet of paper. The paper she later sends to
- the printing house on time. Somebody other than her is going to make the
- cover and the layout in details. They don't have modern computers. Or
- computers which they can use. Autumn has arrived and she often wishes she
- didn't work for a paper where she has to write for sellers when she really
- wants to write about the feelings she gets at autumn.
- She is the editor.
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- The wall is getting hot, and I turn around in order to burn my other
- shoulder instead of my face. The people around me look strangely at me,
- as if I had some kind of plague which you have to scratch away. The wall
- isn't very high, which means that you can lean your neck backwards more
- than 44 degrees. A bunch of people are dancing before us, wearing clothes
- from the 50's. I suddenly hear the music. They're dancing the twist, but
- stop as they notice. I notice. The people around me start getting up and
- take my skin jacket and jeans. The shoes. Lord, we are in the wrong time-
- period. Help us.
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- Timecircles are visible in the water. She is swimming towards me and just
- as she smiles, I dive cowardly, and she dives after me. I close my eyes
- and smile a bit. I'm looking under the water and I'm seeing her deadly
- beautiful smile. She swims up to me and takes a hold of me with both of
- her hands as she kisses me and I'm afraid. We kiss each other and I don't
- care if I'm drowning. Just as I'm drowning with her.
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