Yoshimi Vs. The Pink Robot.

i guess it's time for yet another application of the concoction theory....a story about a girl....a girl who lived in the other side of the mountain....the mountain which somehow don't have a peak....she lived in the banks of the river.....the river where no ripples ever form....a girl who is like a non-sequel-ed version of a story...but with a "to be continued" note....a girl who is like a play....the playwright hasn't written yet...........n' i'm the storyteller who doesn't know her....doesn't know her at all.....what's her story all about.........but i still dare to narrate...relyin only on the constructions from all my ancestral peer births.

she's yoshimi.....a maiden who's not at all pretty....she definitely don't have long hair....n' incidentally....they're all straight!...she has this strange dislike for "wet lips" n' "deep dimples" ....... she don't belong to that insane group....those young beautiful girls fall....for she don't even momentarily lose her sanity....she ardently loves all those cliched variables in every equation .... her vocabulary consists of 47 words...which she arranges in the most unprecendented manner .. whenever she writes....yoshimi never learnt to play the piano....but still her mom misses her the most.....for she's her only daughter.....n' not to forget...her waist measures 26.998 inches.

n' yoshimi has a virtual lover...virtual in the sense that both have different grounds to stand on with varied altitudes.....but still they've a connection...through an unreliable channel...he's the pink robot who happens to play the pipe....but only on the other side of the mountain....but sadly....the pink robot never crosses that mountain....even though yoshimi always waits for him....n' always calls him..."come over...this moutain don't even have a peak!"...but the pink robot won't leave that land of machines.

n' yoshimi waits for him...everyday of her life.....sittin on those rocks beside the river...throwin pebbles...but no one ever notices...for no ripples ever form in that river....n' the story continues .....

...while she continues to live in those dreams of findin neverland.....she goes on longin for those diamonds on the rings of gold........but never understands that she's that hyper-oyster....who owns endless n' priceless pearls burried within her.....she goes on cryin every night.....failin to realize that she's losin somethin more exotic n' rarer than those myriad blue rubies...in form of those drops of tears.....n' she smiles while she's bleedin...lettin me see her blood which reminds me of those berries that can bring back to life even a century old mummy.

n' here i'm...standin in stupefaction....when all my questions seek one answer...what should yoshimi do?....n' i wonder if anybody has the answer....so that i can tell yoshimi.....

i want to take
the side of joy
n' have a ride
with this queen of troy

i want to see
the face that hides
in the vertical
lake of pride

i want to lose
my grip to hold
this sinkin ship
that carries gold

i want to brush
those shades of grey
i dream you get
what i wish i pray

want to tell the truth
with lies to fill
n' give you more
than the tax they bill

i want to die
in the world i live
to see you smile
like a broken rhyme

i want to shoot
with the arquebus
to make you free
from the chains of dust

n' here it comes
the innocent
i just want to give
a compliment

tailpiece from the author

this whole piece is purely fictional...for it exactly does not match with the real character.