langspil

finn sat in the corner with his father's langspil, like a novice. watching for great things

"Come here, Bjorn, how's your tempurature? Still warm, yes? no school then, you won't even see the sun today. back to bed with you."

"Mother, i feel perfect."

"no you don't"

"besides it isn't even that cold out today, spring time is drawing nearer, the dogs will tell you."

"drink."

"eggh. well, mother, now i feel bad, i will never be well with tastes like that on my tounge."

I want to see America.

"back to bed now, bjorn. instatnly and no grumbling or you will never see the sun again."

No body sees the sun in iceland anyways "haha".

"Where's your father, Finn?"

"he has slipped on the ice by the bay and the waves have carried him safely home."

"What a beautiful day outside this morning!" Boom boom boom boom, that was how Finn's father entered the house.

i would like to live in a blue house. "will you pay me if i paint the house".

"no no, boy, we live in a white house, like the one in America, let's share a laugh!"

"haha" "haha"

finn

Lady at the bus stop: Got damn white little mothas in they's cars and shit. I ain't never had no car.

she stands up and aimlessly walks in a circle, and then sits again, and looks for the bus.

Lady: Waiting for the got damn bus evry got damn monin. Sho, I had me my own's car i been to dat job bout good hour ago. got damn.

Finn is sitting in his car next to bus stop at a red light with his windows down, but no music playing

Lady: got damn white boy turn yo music off!

Finn: Sahrry? Vhat was thaat?

Lady: stands up again and walks in a circle mumbling to herself.

the light changes, finn drives away, and the bus arives. the lady gets on and a young man with a guitar gets off and walks across the street to the park.

finnmaerskyapartment1081

First, he looks up. the sky was orange. Second, his toes stretched. the quilt abided. Third, he touched my leg. Fourth, he yawned and picked up the phone. He turned the alarm off. his under arms were beautiful and looked as soft as they felt. felt. so soft. "seven o'clock" he said with his voice, felt, it was a chuckle, and the accent that stressed the wrong syllable. He even had a big nose.
"Laast nieet, it waas fahn, baat Iee must go-oo to wurk nahw, vvehry soon." The shower turned on, with in a minute it turned off. he made the s noise you make when the hot water runs out suddenly. the sink. the squeaking of the pipes was very obtuse. It didn't even bother Finn, though. it would be surprising if he knew that sqeaking pipes and focets bothered anyone else ever. I don't think he realized anyone was still watching him. and who is this guy? it's now been almost ten minutes since he got out of the shower and he has neither dried off, nor put any clothes on...not that it was a bad thing.
He smiled a very toothy smile as he came back into the room. he walked past the bed and opened the closet. But not until after being sure that a goofy eye contact was made in the mirrored doors. The closet was a glorious day for anyone with OCD. It was the most organized thing ever, in the history of mankind.
He took a heavyish coat off a hanger in the closet-how would you say that... unhung it? then he went into the "kitchen". That's one thing from last night, that "kitchen". He returned to the bedroom/living room/dining room and smiled again.
"O Kayee, wehell just lahk thee do-oor when you leave." And he left.
Where the hell am I? Who the hell was that charming and goofy guy? And what did I do last night?