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“A queue is such a philosophy, principle and law of the life that frames the system and runs it with the beauty including the feeling of happiness as the wanted destination since all systems of this planet are within the queue, out of that means disaster.”

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“March 28, 2012 The dreams won’t subside. I don’t just have them at night anymore but during the day as well. Erotic flashes of her lips, her breasts, her thighs. My imagination does not rest. I yearn to know what she feels like, what she tastes like. My dreams make me long for more. This woman is a virus. Every cell in my body has been infected by her. I try to remain civil, normal when I’m in her presence but she’ll lick her lips or play with the top of her collar and suddenly memories of my dreams will come flooding back. This woman is a virus that has dominated every part of my being. She attacks my lungs, squeezing the breath out of me until I’m hopelessly gasping for air. This isn’t a want. This isn’t a need. This is an ache. I ache with wanting. I ache with need. I ache until the pain finally leaves me feeling numb. I long for that numbness. It’s the only time I feel like…I don’t feel. I try to run away, to keep my distance but this woman is a virus. She’s in my blood. Her smile stops my feet from moving. The only time she allows me to breathe freely is when I inhale her perfume. I feel myself losing control. These dreams, this ache is slowly driving me insane. This woman is a virus and she’s eating me alive.”

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“…Čuvar zabravlja turbe – zapisuje nepoznati – pustivši da u njegov mrak padne teški zvuk iz brave kao da unutra ostavlja ime ključa. Mrzovoljan je kao i ja, seda na kamen do mene i sklapa oči. U času kad već mislim da je zaspao u svom delu senke, čuvar podiže ruku i pokazuje mi moljca koji lebdi negde u tremu turbeta, izašao iz naših haljina ili iz persijskih prostirki zgrade. – Vidiš – obraća mi se on nezainteresovano – kukac je duboko gore pod belim zidom trema i primetan je samo zato što se kreće. Moglo bi se odavde pomisliti da je ptica duboko u nebu, kad bi se zid shvatio kao nebo. Moljac taj zid verovatno tako i shvata i jedino mi znamo da nije u pravu. A on ne zna ni to da mi znamo. Ne zna ni da postojimo. Pa pokušaj sada da opštiš s njime, ako možeš. Možeš li da mu kažeš nešto – bilo šta – ali tako da te on shvati i da si ti siguran da te je on shvatio do kraja? – Ne znam – odgovorio sam – a možeš li ti? – Mogu – uzvratio je mirno starac, pljesnuvši dlanovima ubio moljca i pokazao mi ga smrvljenog na dlanu. – Misliš li da nije razumeo šta sam mu rekao? – Tako možeš i sveći, gaseći je između dva prsta da pokažeš da postojiš – primetio sam. – Naravno, ako je sveća u stanju da umre… Zamisli sada – nastavio je – da postoji neko ko zna, dok mi ovo znamo o moljcu, to isto o nama. Neko kome je poznato na koji način, čime i zašto je omeđen ovaj naš prostor, ovo što mi smatramo nebom i uzimamo kao da je neomeđeno – neko ko nije u stanju da nam se približi i da nam da do znanja da postoji sem na jedan jedini način – ubijajući nas. Neko čijim se ruhom hranimo, neko ko našu smrt nosi u svojoj ruci kao jezik, kao sredstvo opštenja s nama. Ubijajući nas, taj nepoznati nas obaveštava o sebi. I mi kroz naše smrti, koje su možda samo pouka nekoj skitnici koja sedi kraj ubice, mi kažem, kroz naše smrti kao kroz odškrinuta vrata sagledavamo u poslednjem trenutku neka nova polja i neke druge međe…”

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“Still here?” he drawls when he notices me. “Still a presumptuous asshole?” I snap back. I expect him to double down on the nasty replies, to crush me with spite, so you can imagine my surprise when he clamps his mouth shut, the corners of his lips twitching into a small smile. His pale eyes rake over my face for a second too long, and I squirm under his undivided attention. Why, oh why, does he have to look like that? Low blow, Life, low blow.”

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“You really want to know?” He drags out the suspense. “Yes.” I grow restless. “Spill.” “Well, for starters… most guys our age aren’t looking to date.” He elaborates. “They just want to fuck around. And those who do want to date are only looking for a girl to make them feel good about themselves.” “Meaning?” “Meaning they want her to laugh at their jokes, stroke their egos, give good head and… that’s pretty much it.” He draws a small smile out of me. “So, when guys like that see a girl like you, a girl who doesn’t look easy or desperate, they get intimidated. Label her high-maintenance and run like hell. You’re beauty and brains, Vee. You’re an immature high school boy’s worst nightmare.”

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“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I spin to leave. “No fucking way.” It clicks in his mind. “Little Vee?” Here he is. “You’re that girl Finn and I used to…” He doesn’t complete his sentence, but I know all too well what he was going to say. “Annoy? Tease? Torture? Why, yes, that would be me. Did you seriously just figure that out? A bit slow, are we?” I snark. My outburst only seems to amuse him. “Look, in my defense, your mom only ever called you ‘Vee.’ I thought it was short for Vicky or Vivian or something. And it was ten years ago. I can’t even remember what I had for dinner last night.” “Whatever.” I shrug. “Shit, I’ve got to say, Vee.” He gives me a once-over. “Puberty did you a solid.” My cheeks combust. “Wish I could say the same about you,” I lie through my teeth. Xavier smiles at my failed attempt to deny the undeniable. Let’s not pretend like puberty didn’t do every female on earth a solid when Xavier Emery went from “cute” to “sinfully hot” in the span of a summer. “I think you mispronounced thank you.” He flashes a smug grin that makes me want to knee him where it hurts.”

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