the north, south parallel
I put one foot on the sidewalk waiting for something to change, but nothing happened. Typical.
I started walking faster and faster, as if that way would leave behind the confusion they really did nothing to cling to my leg like a tick. The drops falling from the sky mixed with that slipped from my eyes and with the storm that stirred within me. I was afraid of drowning, but continued without stopping. I stopped to buy chocolate and cigarettes to fill a bit of trash comforting. And how deluded I was to leave the store to the street with the same vain hope that something will change. Nothing can control my feelings or my acting when I was blind, just stumble over and over again, without exception.
When was it started to crumble? kept repeating that question, millions of times in my head, still moving inertially. When was that removed the first brick, I did not realize?.
perception I had failed, and was the first time I had. It was also the first time that I failed the indifference, poise, inconstancy and sensitivity that stupid, stubborn to the unbearable. Why? if I had done so well. I had turned the scheme at 180 degrees, and now, the wind pushing the body heavy with moisture, the internal compass was broken to pieces.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Recurring Deposit Interest
your mind may start their own bad memories hands stuck together, and use the strength of feeling anxiety right now to destroy, to kill completely. It could turn the world into a second, stand on the Sun and mourn until dry inside, run to break up, cry, last, deliver thousands of moments. But he prefers to sit there to rot in the shade for a while with his shell, and watch life pass before your eyes.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Eeyore Adult Footie Pajamas
moron. Jeliza Rose
I want to, I want to Be someone else or I'll explode, floating upon this surface for the birds, the birds, the birds. You want me? Fucking, well come and find me. I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches. And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. You want me? Well, come on and break the door down. You want me? Fucking come on and break the door down. I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'M READY.
Well, that's the thing.
What beautiful wings, and mine were much larger and the bang was like shit. I wonder why.
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