Johannes had replied to the email his ex-girlfriend had sent him,
and about 8 or 9 other people,
a few months ago.
He wrote her a letter,
telling her about how therapy was going,
what great medication they were giving him,
how he got stoned,
how his life was perfectly ok,
although he did not believe in any shit,
except the Afghan one.
The tone of it was rather honest,
maybe just a little cynical,
a little something...
Honest,
that’s all there was to it.
A few days later she replied.
She sounded rather upset,
as if she thought Johannes said anything meant to hurt her,
and at the end she stated her favourite fad and fancy again;
“We are one”
At first he didn’t feel obliged at all to answer pathethic shit like that;
‘Fuck her. What do I care.’ Johannes thought,
to him, that was rather self-explanatory, so to speak.
A few minutes later he had to think about something else,
he couldn’t tell exactly what it was,
but it had something to do with fanny and
how he wanted to see her again, real bad.
So he started doing what every nice young man would do;
write the poor thing a letter.
Apologize,
tell her crap like;
I didn’t want to hurt you,
or;
I love you,
or
please don’t be angry with me,
you know what an idiot I can be...
Johannes opened his mail. Took a new sheet and started writing;
‘Come on, Helena...
I was only being an idiot...
That's a necessity from time to time. And that rediculously bad written e-mail wasn't meant to be...'
Johannes hesitated.
Why would he want a pussy that's thát far away?
Homegrown tastes just as good
and it's always at one's disposal.
He continued the letter;
'Fuck it...I'm gonna smoke me a nice thick one, matter of not wasting my precious time here on this beautifull planet...
"You fuckin’ treehugger"’
She replied a few days later. Johannes was terribly curious.
What did she say?
Would she be angry,
or crawl, like she always does?
‘>From: "Helena Patru" !HePa@somemail.com>
>To: J_Bmans@somemail.com
>Subject: RE:
>Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 20:06:31 +0000
>
>Your email hurted me.
>
>if i´m worth anything to you, than please call me!?
>
>much love,
>helena
>
>"we are one”’
Johannes threw the email in the trashcan,
and lit his joint.
‘Dumb hippie, just keeps on saying we are one.’
He inhaled.
Exhaled.
‘We are one...
Women...’
((For Soundtrack I would advice artists like; CocoRosie, BunnyRabbit and other edgy girlmusic. Think dreamy, think wierd, think good. Just think.))