Some days I forget. Already a year (one day) and it seems like yesterday that I have my veins cut the tear duct to hear throb ...
Yes, of course, then ricapitato tralaltro even in a time- but so-so remote and we do the habit ...
did not help ... is disarming ... the only thing that comes to mind is to drop everything ... or to anchor firmly to itself and throw everything in life ...
this is basically what I do. More
life slaps me, the more the memories resurface, the more I attack it ...
I realize I am stupid and pathetic in the eyes of veterans saying that I feel a burden that weighs tons to pull me down ... I basically only 18 years and 6 months. Perhaps before the finish line I will live another 3 ... 4 times eighteen. (Oh then you never know ... Seneca as well as giving me an 8 made me think even a lot)
Well anyway ... I'm not a sport nor a person who has a sense of duty oozing from every pore ... but I concluded that I'll be stronger. Commitment. Dedication. And I will not have regrets.
... is ... the absurd to me that now I have imagined is that of a shapeless heap pierced by barbed spears they hang bags of ballast ...
But passageway after passageway (not the Leonine Ancona, clear, I do not think suicide for now - and forgive the irony) Maybe I'll move a bit ...
However I miss the psychoanalysis ... so I'll need ... I'm afraid that where I put the stitches you are reopening all very slowly ... maybe dreams are just what I do outside this medication ...
Having given birth to two images that may be the subject of some work ... or maybe just part of the gallery's exhibition will remain in my head ... I can go to download my venom glands are swollen a lot .. . (Men give me the analogy ... you have the balls I have the venom glands ... what can you do?)
[vitriol Mode: ON] Well ... opened my messenger and looking for someone to I run a chat in an endless myriad of hearts [ok, so I have a heart-on-one but my personal message ... but it is functional in a warning: "I'm busy do not bother with the bales some shit like that but, you have a webcam?
Returning to the myriad of hearts.
All I red that looked like an abandoned house after a satanic mass, where they quartered a flock of sparrows [thin ... they are thin ...]. All sti PUPPY LOVE YOU. BEANS ... .. I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU BABY ... they always complain if Moccia still selling those crap ... supersonic
do not need the world to know that you love a person is not cool. it just makes you so damn vulnerable ... 1) because love implies vulnerability, and 2) because you could make dupes of those who, like me have a little bit of resentment for the god that divides the fortunes equivalently, 3), however, because I know so much vulgar ... better to say things in private ... [I'll talk to you ... oh well] or tell you a little more than poetic refinement (this Catullus, to name just one?)
malice.
Simple and pure ...
Make me nasty and hateful satisfies me.
Yours, with love-but-fanculizzatevi, GiaLz.
