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Five minutes.
Obsessive. O’Melk was well aware that he was one of the most obsessive characters he had ever know; yes, well aware: after a whole week sleeping with the subject, he realized only three other people were more obsessive than he was (still is). “What have I reached due to my obsessive manners?” though O’Melk, while staring at a blank, yet-to-be, post. He still could not find...
WatchDozing off, by Duplo.
The dozer and a dream
O’Melk woke up in the middle of the night. Something changed within him in the past few months. Once, he were the kind of guy who would go to sleep and would not wake up easily, no matter what happened. Next thing, he could not sleep more than a couple of hours in a row – as a matter of fact he could, he just would not do it for the sake of his sanity; it so happened that he learned to take short...
Take your chances
O’Melk entered the elevator, unwilling to work. “Rainy mornings are perfect for lying in bed, no breakfast, and the tv on,” he thought as he pulled his newest gadget out of his pocket, preparing to take a look at the day’s tasks. His senses were numb: he was ranting between his teeth – mouth shut, of course, no coworkers should be aware it was one of his laziest mornings ever. Funniest thing is:...
O'Melk, the great tripper
Yes, O’Melk went to New Mexico. The boy - despite his aging body, there is something about him that sounds absurdly childish - would jump at Chance, anytime she would stumble down Happenstance Lane. (Pay close attention: were he not still a boy, he would not, in most probability, be able of such delinquent and juvenile act of jumping upon somebody - specially Chance) It is a funny thing,...