seen me if I got in front of the closet and destroyed my clothes, if I had done that during
the day, not to mention during the night...
I built a more rudimentary closet myself, which I put in the garage for the destroyed
clothes...I used them in the yard, when cleaning or something. I held the hangers support
bar too close to the ceiling, and the closet was narrow, so I tortured myself to put
hangers or to take them off, pretty much. However, whenever I closed the garage door,
which was pulling a little, the hangers slumped alone on the bar, meaning that they made
the 2 moves I made myself with difficulty so that I could put them or remove them.
No, it's anomalies 100%. Once, among thousands of other similar cases, I threw a T-shirt
from the mirror to the bed. 2 m distance, maximum, and the T-shirt was very easy, with
holes.
It behaved like a ball, it jumped out of bed in a glass of juice, at another 2 m. I'll let you
try this for 100 years, you can not make it jump from bed, not even move from the bed's
surface. You will need force in your arms just to blow it through the air...
And now, a screenwriter could use this for a comic movie.
- In what style? With teenagers, of situation, absurd, grotesque, of adventure, black
comedy? - All together, depends on the spectator...For some people around me these things usually
amazed them, others laughed, some got scared and never greet me again...
I dressed in white because it was too hot outside...I had to meet with a lady in the park. I
went out of the yard, in front of the gate two children were eating ice cream and in 2
seconds one of them got on my T-shirt, saying one of the children would have been
hindered. I went back home, washed it, got it wet. I pulled my head off the gate, took a
dirty ball in my head, if I was going out altogether, as everybody would do, the ball
would have really dirty my wet T-shirt. After all, with great effort, I chased the children,
even though they had no advantage standing there, playing almost in the street, the
sidewalk being rather narrow, and the cars flowing on my street.
- Are you waiting for someone, kids? I wanted to check.
- No, but we want to stay here.
And this in the conditions where at 200 m was a fairly modern playground with free
playgrounds...I went back to the road, I made 50 m, and on the opposite side of the road
a child was riding a bicycle...crossed the street like a bullet and absolutely lightning