luckyluke77

Description of my surrondings

2007-07-15T23:02:44Z

I live in a big bubble divided in four rooms. My bubble is quite cute, it’s transparent, of course.

The four rooms are: my room, with a bed and some drawers. The second room is the kitchen, quite small. Then there’s the bathroom and the living room, where my gun is from the Second World War and all my collection of pens.

My house is full of smells. In my room there’s a predominant smell: like mothballs. In the kitchen I have a lot of species I brought from the Earth, I really like that smell. In the living room it smells actually feet. And the bathroom… I’ll only say it smells bad, ok?

When I come out of my bubble I immediately see the little farm. In there are two rooms. The big one contains all the ants, and there there’s a quite, hum… curious smell. It’s very impressive when you first enter the room. It’s like mint with gas-oil with vodka, know what I mean, right? There is a very quiet sound of little ants steps, you can barely hear it.

In the other room there are all kind of stuff for the ants. Food that smells delicious, toys for them, grass…

From my house in the countryside there are two paths. One that leads you to the city, where all the martians live. It’s full with what seem earth flowers, but they aren’t flowers. They still smell lovely but they are even softer when you touch them.

The other path goes to the hospital, where they made me the operation that took my lungs out so that now I don’t have to breathe oxygen.

Apart from my house and the farm, there’s only one more building in a mile or so from my bubble. It’s the bubble where my friend X66-2t lives with his wife and his three children. You can notice his bubble from before you see it, because his children do and awful lot of screams and shouts. The children don’t have names yet, of course, because they’re younger than 18.
His wife does this lovely cake, dactyl cake that is a bit sweet and delicious. I go every day there is cake there!

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2007-07-13T01:31:34Z

"Hi! I'm a pen and I live in Mars. Life here is very boring so I'm just writing to..."

"Hey. What do you mean, dude? Life ain't boring at all! Pens are the boring things! We ants are faboulous!"

"Just look at the way you're talking. You have to use correct language. We pens know about that. We are very good writers."

"Well, lets calm down. We have things in common, right? Ants are treated very well by him and you are his favourite pen, right?"

"Yes, it's all lovely for you, but for me, a gun, I haven't been used since the war in 1945!" said the gun.

"Wow!" exclaimed both pen and ant. "Where do you live?"

"In a stupid glass in the living room" replies the gun "We don't even have a single TV, in Mars!"

"Hey! Will you be quiet!"

"Who's talking??", asked, very scared, I have to say, the gun, the ant and the pen.

"It's me, a rock. In the floor, guys, not in the ceiling!!"

"Ok, but why do tou want us to shut up?"

"Because I was sleeping and you woke me up!" answered the rock.

"Don't be silly, dude." the ant "how the heck are we supposed to wake up a rock?!"

"Basically because you're standing on me!"

"Oh, sorry dude!"

After getting out, our friends the ant and the pen restarted the conversation:

"So tell me, my friend" this was the ant "what is it like to be a pen?"

"It is boring, we're all stuck in a draw..."

"Yes I think you told me that. But he has a good collection of you, right?"

"Just one thing" asked the pen "You keep talking about he and him, who are you talking about?"

"Our owner, stupid." replied the ant. "LuckyLuke77."

"Oh... right."

"Hey, you have a family, right?"

"Yes, of course!" answerd the pen "I've got six kids, I married a glue, so the kids are a bit sticky. No as sticky as the glue but not quite like a pen."

"Ok. I think I'll have to go now"

"Ok, bye!"

Hi!!!

2007-07-12T20:44:50Z

Hi everyone!

I’m LuckyLuke 77. I’m 80 years old and I live in Mars. I have lived here for nearly 40 years.

In Mars I live with martians. They’re very kind and nice creatures. I think, one day I’ll present myself to be the President of Mars. I think I will success, because martians adore me. We communicate by telepathy.

I was born in the Earth, and I was sent to the Second World War. We were caught by the Germans and we were taken to Dresden. We arrived there just three days before it was bombed. From the bombs and the war in general, I became def.

I haven’t been in the Earth for 27 years. It was when I went there to buy some stuff I couldn’t buy in Mars. Well, actually I stole it, because I don’t have any money from the Earth. I found out I am a quite good thief!

In Mars I have a little farm full with ants. I eat them. They’re delicious! If you have never tried them, do so! They’re also my best friends. I feed them, and they feed me! They tickle me, and we play…

I don’t have human friends. I don’t like human. I think they’re strange creatures. They have these buildings they live in and then they put them together and they form what they call: a city. They do things strange there in the city. Last time I visited the Earth, I saw they were doing some very odd things: workshops and stuff like that.

People also say strange things. Like now they’re calling “The Big Apple” at one of their cities. I mean, what the heck have in common apples and cities?

Because I’m not social I haven’t talked for over 35 years or so. Not even to myself. I don’t know, but I think I won’t be able to talk anymore when the time comes.

But that isn’t a problem. I think it’s better because then I’ll have the perfect excuse for not talking to anyone!

Anyway, I better get going because it’s dinner time for the ants, and they get angry with me if I’m only one minute late!