Why he didn’t become a Prima Ballerina

 
® The Novak

                        He’s got the whole world in his cup, he’s got the whole world in his cup, he’s got the whole …

 

I was five when I started to unfold in Nutzi’s kitchen
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U are a monitor. White and hairy. U chew the skin of your fingers day and night. Day and night it grows back. U stupid gueule with Mahalia-ass u never stop being a monitor. When u scratch your hair and the skin from your skull, when u wax your feet and art, and poetry and all that stuff that u do in order to feel free and special when u jump into the rain and walk barefoot through all that mud when u listen to paganini right out loud  when u read marx in the woods when u shave your head to see your uneven skull and all your scars all just pityfull intellectual wanking.


by Stephanie Endter and The Novak

U are a monitor and all u do or think is just a redirect.
U never upgrade for real, your software is never really updated.

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I was born on a hatchett soundtrack.

Pocpocpocpocpocpocpocpocpocpocpoc (Romanian interjection)
swishswishswishswishswishswish(English translation )

Dum-dum dum-dum dum-dum  when they put me under the press
and they folded me and cut off my ends.

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un deux trois un deux troi un deux trois
up and down and up and down and up and up and up
and left and up and right and down
a little faster kids
Jo you’re  a ballerina not a sack of potatoes
and up and
Sigh stop admiring yourself in that mirror
Pour l’amour de dieu

and three and four and five and six
and up
higher Sigh, higher


by Stephanie Endter and The Novak

Lost.Lost.
Doomed to an eternal wet sleep in a box from “Cinnamon de luxe”
Gracious sweaty cinnamon sticks bunched up among Brazilian Coffee boxes
Fat-assed cinnamon rolls punching my face with their uneven ends

Such a disgrace

I was on the edge of my first unfolding. That’s when they sold us to Scortzisoara (Cinnamon in Romanian) S.A. Bucharest.

Authenticity is what remains after u discover that all u do/think/feel is just lame repetition.

hiz gonne be a ghreit ballerhina.No doubt. Pas de question. Sans doute.

Mummy, mummy, Madame Popesco said i will be the most gracious black swan ever.

You have a major role in hiz leif of cohrs . Stop baying him all thoz guns and balls , mon dieu, ohhh isn’t ‘e lovely in that black tuetue. Un petit effort and so much talent.
 Le fotball is fohrbidden of course. jamais, jamais, it wud damagh hiz legs forever.
Des fleurs, flowerhhs, fresh air, du musique….u must teach him to love beauty, art, l’ART madame, L’AAAART.So much grace cannot be waisted.


by Stephanie Endter and The Novak

tzup tzup tzup tzup

From some crumbs i made myself 6 minilegs. tzup tzup tzup and oh mighty god of cinnamon, wasn’t this mini jumping a joy for my perfumed ass? And yes, they stuffed us – me, Mindy and Spa, my jar mates, in tanti Nutzi’s kitchen, up near the pepper and the vanilla. But Mandy and Spa were stuffy and mute like we all are.
 So lonely

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un deux trois un deux trois
maybe u can buy him un odinateur, un…how u call it, a Personal Compiut-her. It would be good for him to watch the great masters performing.
can u imagine Sigh? Barisnikov live in your room.
un deux trois un deux trois
immitation is the base of creation

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Apple pie and pancakes. And so goes Spa. Mindy dived forever in 2 liters of mint tea. Sigh had an easy cold 2 weeks before the kindergarten show.
For some reason people feel safe when they sprinkle cinnamon on everything. It should make them calm.
Cinnamon in your nose, cinnamon in your hair, cinnamon under your pillow
No, we are not spices, we do not improve taste. WE ARE THE TASTE! We turn the world upside down and you like it.

by Stephanie Endter and The Novak

Mummy, mummy may i use your lipstick for my pale cheeks?
And Sigh turned his PC on, to watch Barisnikov for the last time before the kindergarden show. His Skype acount is also on.
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Sitting in front of your laptop, drinking your milk, swallowing another style, move by move.
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close my jar tanti Nutzi, oh please close my jar.

sarmale steam, boiled cabbage and pork, romanian winter wind crawling under those too thin windows

you don’t transform a sarmale kitchen into a Dior Parfumerie with a single cinnamon stick

No, not that Bora Bora parrot. No, his place is in Sigh’s room. And Sigh’s place is in Sigh’s room. And his PC’s place is in Sigh’s room .

Close my jar pleaaaase… C-L-O-S-E my jar.

I’m the last of my de luxe box, I can not endure so much disgrace.
Tzup tzup tzup tzup . Time for some horror mini jumping show.

Tzup tzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…………………

You sit in front of your Personal Computer.  Numb butt in your mother’s kitchen.
Your will feels like a stick eye lid after 12 hours of sleep. You sip your neverending cinnamon milk.
You will never move from your Barişnikov again (that’s how u named your PC).
You will never understand those graceful un deux trois again.

He drank the whole milk and i’m still in the cup. Maybe i’ll stay for a while.

® The Novak

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