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This was outlined on the 13th of August, yet it goes live only today. I was reading up on fruits yesterday, and I think the phrase “going bananas” has a whole new meaning for me.
B is not present in this p..m, A is talking about what happened in the Nowhereland, but she’s not actually there.
Hiperbanana
Jedne noći, kad sam bila mala,
dobili smo baš veliku bananu,
imala je šljokice duginih boja na vrhu,
tutnula je po svica u kapi, da bi imale svrhu.
Hiperbanana na na na na na na
Tetrabanana na na na na na na
Prljabanana na na na na na na
Velkazlanana na na na

A friend told me that this might be the darkest Wrong Star p..m she’s read so far.
A was buried in ______?, this time it’s B. The story continues directly onto Pine Cone Phone, I assume that it happens right before Retrograde-Circular Metamorphosis and there’s the Little Bad Wolf (wondering if Lelei still finds that character likeable), turning into a wolf. As usual, there’s a lot of absurd in the things B is saying: A wants the wolves to leave him alone, he assumes she’s an idiot and that it’s actually great to be buried alive after having rolled down

Family member is in hospital, seriously ill. Got a full-time job, but faced with the previous and its combo with overdue freelancing, I have to reconsider everything, probably even breathing. Yet, I am writing. I have to!
I assume this is mid-to-late 1940s and a warning from the stars (not in a spiritual way…sorry to disappoint the spiritualists and illuminati) to the human kind. They basically do not want humans to replicate them and clone them. They also hint that humans are dumb enough not to listen and that they’re going to get theirs.
I felt the need to explain this one

I was missing the explanation for how A and B met in the Nowhereland. So, here is how it goes. There’s some luring, whether accidental or completely intended. There’s up, there’s down, there’s something that isn’t really a telephone and probably wouldn’t work. Then A breaks it.
This one would be perfectly possible to film, too. I might even give it a go, once I’m able to.
Know what else is funny? I share my birthday with A. G. Bell.
Šišarkofon
Zgazila sam tvoj šišarkofon.
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao.
Polomila sam ga u paramparčad.
I sad kažeš da si sasvim sam.
Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,

I broke the theme. Not sure how that happened, but for a couple of days, the site will look boring. Then again, a break was nice because I started receiving some unwanted attention from some unwanted people.
I have to state one thing all over again. I am concerned that recently people have been thinking that I am into occult, religion, various esoteric beliefs and what not. While I respect people who are into these things, I feel obliged to tell you that I am not. I’m just playing around. and my only belief is not having a belief, as that’s

This was written on the place even the kings walk to. That’s about how much time I had for anything else other than fixing own mistakes and getting real work done. I hope it doesn’t ruin anyone’s impression of it. It partly comes from a place mouldier than old toilets, anyway.
Devojka robopečurka
Hoću da odvedem moju dušicu u pakao,
da ga ljuljam u kolevci mojih predaka,
da mu nabavim privatnu nelomljivu kupolu,
ja sam njegova devojka robopečurka.
Loši dečaci idu u pakao,
dobre devojčice idu u raj,
devojka robopečurka ide svugde,
što uključuje i raj i pakao.
Ona gura svoje odašiljače gde niko ne sme,
ona ih zabada u nevidljivu

This seems pretty simple, a 4×3, with an actual common rhyme in both versions. I am not sure if “unmade” was the adjective I needed, I was looking for one describing a person whose duty/honour/permission was revised and taken away.
The story, in the global way of reading it, isn’t any different than Revenge. A ridiculous, back row character of nearly zero importance, yet bearing a very powerful name totally opposed to its role is threatening those around it and results in inciting force of the Wrong Star story.
However, it can also represent the rising action/climax of the A/B story. For

I’m on a break from ALL mailing, social networking and even instant messaging until I’m done with mild overdue, moderately overdue and insanely overdue; otherwise I wouldn’t be able to look at anyone’s eyes. But when there’s a piece of writing, there’s a piece of writing and it has to go online once.
There’s no A character in here. There’s B and a bunch of others. One of them has made a couple of appearances inside and outside of Wrong Star, and another, my signature evil character, has appeared only in Roses All Around Europe where I promised not to let