Viviendo dentro el tubo

dentro el tubo...  #neo.beatrixkiddo

Hi, my name is Tania, Tania Arbolito. I live now in South America. Couple of years ago I used to lived up north… up tide Manhattan; in this huge one block flat my dad had on top of an old building. The floor was divided literally in two. Half of the place was where my dad lived, and I used to live in the other half. My dad wanted to build in my half a bunch of the normal stuff; you know what I mean, those fancy bathrooms, rooms and rooms, Jacuzzi, normal kitchen, etcetera. I wanted it empty, yeah literally empty, I told my dad not to build anything in it, he got a little disappointed, feeling like he was going to fulfill my dream if he did it, but it wouldn't. So I got my thirty three columns of huge concrete in a four point five meters high ceiling. From wherever position I sat, I could see only windows, big windows showing me up a big sky. So I decided to paint the columns in colors according to the angle I was standing on. Lot of clouds I did paint and blue sky. Sometimes I got bored and I did some graffiti, you know like those on the streets, not that I know how to do it, just took pictures of cool drawing in the subway and I did copy them on my walls. Sometimes I did paint lots of letters, just letters with out them being communicating to each other. Few times just black and white, plain color, it all depended of my moods. Some of the corners where I could sit in my apartment, I was able to see from that angle just one topic of my paintings, thought it was super cool. Oh another thing, I never cooked, not kitchen. Eat out or call delivery. In couple of the corners sat a toilette on the open and in an opposite side from them, a bathtub. All of my stuff was literally on the floor everyday, in sort of piles. I got my own order, to known where everything was. The place never looked as a mess though. Since my floor was so excessive huge, I could pile books in a way that they really look so fine from the distance. Paints lay against walls or columns. And some special thing like those you find on the streets or in recycling centers, I just putting in a way that give a nice decorating feeling to the place. At last I got all my electronic toys and devices all together in a spot together with the music equipment.

VOLVER

Nirvana entre las nocturnas noches

noche de Nirvana... #neo.beatrixkiddo

My dad, since he never really paid much attention to things I have, so he didn’t really mind my eccentric taste. He lived in the other half of this flat, like I told you, and our only connection was a secret pathway he built in an “invisible” corner with an electronic device on the wall to open it. I never really used it, even when my dad asked me ever since we moved here to go over for a visit or have dinner together. The reason I never went over to my dads, was that I sort of find out that he was a kind of an assassin, sort of a hit man on the contract or some big shit working for some government agency, you know. So I began to develop inside me a sort of an antipathy for him since in my search I found that his targets where mostly having innocent people involved, or people that do good stuff for others. So from the time when we moved here to this ugly building couple of years ago, I hardly see him at all.

                                               My dad is a killer

He worked for the C.I.A.

He lives inside up tide Manhattan

His job was “The Cleaner”

I killed my dad

Because he was a decease

His name was Roland, Roland Bush

He worked for the C.I.A.

His job was a “cleaner”.

One day inside my bored life, I decided to walk into my dad’s apartment in full surprise. Well the surprise was more than huge. I'm telling you. When I sneaked in through that fancy ultra secret pathway between our apartments, heard weird noises, thought my dad assumed I was never ever going to cross that pathway he built in and probably leave it with a disconnected alarm or some kind of ring that could tell him I was coming. Anyway I found him in bed naked and fucking a red haired with big tits. My dad’s body I found sort of unpleasant, with an ass and shoulders full of hair, in contrast with the fair skin the woman he was penetrating. I moved silently and fast around the place, that, I knew well, since he taught me how to when I was a little girl when we used to play this game of the hiding detectives. I was already for some reason a little suspicious of him in an unfamiliar way. When I moved around, I was at the same time listening to their noises or voices. I reached to his office, saw a lot of paper work on top of the desk and couple of chairs around it, some coffee cups, and a delivery food package on the trash can on the corner. It all seemed to me like they where working seriously on something. I roamed around all the rooms of his apartment, until I found by accident one with a sing outside standing in Greek letters, saying “do not enter”. The door was already half open, and in all my intense curiosity, I found there a bunch of guns and other aggressive devises. Saw this one that brought out my attention; a car´s bomb. I studied it and found it ready to be set, the time fixed, and a little red paper to lid it out with a sticker if you wanted to place under a car. You know I was a movie Frick and I knew all that stuff. For the way it was made, I imagined you could also placed it to the doors or whatever other surface. I saw around several other devices of similar contexture, some smaller, some bigger ones. The smaller seems where the more destructive ones. I took one of those with me, and in my way out saw daddy´s still fucking the red haired woman and a funny painting on the wall that brought my attention, the painter was from a man named Botero, and the subject on the painting where some fat religious people dressing in a funny way. The thing that caught my attention was the fact the paint was crooked to the left. I got closer to it and looked behind and found when I moved out, a safe deposit box. I look and in an instinctive reflect, I dial my birthday´s numbers, and, voila, the thing opened right open. Found inside some papers with government seals of “top secret”. I took them, and from the pile of money, I took, for an unknown and suspicious way that has to do with my hidden personality, a whole lot of it, and I ran out quick. In my way out after all, the red haired woman with big tits wave me good bye. She had glasses on; those secretaries used making them look nerdy, while my dad was still on top of her doing weird noises. I looked at her friendly, I smiled out, thought she might saw my picture at my dad´s office. I turned around from my dad´s backs in a way that the woman couldn’t see me, and I fast placed the bomb under their bed. I felt sorry a little about her, but thought in a strong way, she was as guilty as him. Then I waved good bye to the lady and disappeared. 

VOLVER

Familia Amore

Amore Familiari... #neo.beatrixkiddo

As I got to my place, took my backpack very fast and put inside few personal things and the cash and took off for good. Knew I got less than five minutes before the bomb under my dads bed exploded taken the whole building with it. I went down the stairway fast as I could into the parking lot, and drove away my scooter. I was tense.

When I was approximately couple of blocks away, a fucking strong blowing explosion took place inside my head that I almost got thrown onto the floor. I stopped right away, looked back and saw how the building where I used to live was falling into pieces of stoned rocks to the ground. And said in astonishment: shit! And keep on moving.

In addition, guys, I had to tell you the bad story in how I found out about my dads carrier. That day before I break into my dad’s apartment, I was at school, a weird school connected or linked next to a clinic or a county hospital. Seems like the owners of both buildings are the same, and they try to teach us in high school matters concerning the medical “new” discoveries. Anyway I never care about that, I was sixteen and at the end of my tenth grade, I just don’t give a fuck for who the fuck rules or wants to rule this ugly motherfucker system of shitheads. So I saw myself that day inside one of these buildings, the medical one, I got in slowly, without a particular reason. I opened this double panel hospital door and saw this familiar faces of some of those “supposed friends” of my dad. They recognized me and didn’t stop me from coming in. They had this suspicious funny smile in their faces. Five or six guys and some nurses leaving a surgical or a research room. What I found inside that building was a bunch of weird stuff inside many of the rooms I did walk in. Like if they were in the process of doing experiments with human life. Anyway I managed getting out too very easy since nobody stop me, probably because of my dads reputation. When I got home, I have this feeling that part of me being guilty and some sort of feeling glad I made it alive out of that Frankenstein research edifice. I went straight to my dads. But this time I used his front door, because I have the codes to get inside. I got there in a hurry and full of anxiety, he was in the shower. A phone ringed inside the pocket of a jacket hanging in an old wood chair, I looked back for one mini-second uncertain of answering or not. Consequently I was already upset with the hospital situation, and had all these weird ideas spinning around my head like my dad was the director or some big shot at the hospital instead of an office accounting at some bored government building, so, I finger in fast inside the jacket searching for the mobile. Since it was one of those devices with camera at front to talk face to face, I went fast as I could to a picture my dad has of him inside the gym, put the phone facing the picture and press the green bottom…

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