Butterflies….ajjhjdhhdhdhdhhd I like caterpillars. With those amazing colors, they seem like the psychedelic forms of the 60’s and 70’s. They are so beautiful and strange. I love them. All of us must make it. (Not really,it would be the end of the individualism)
Once upon a time there was a stupid girl who thought she could be someone in the life story of another someone. She thought about him often,and she feel stupid because of that. It may seems it doesn’t have any sense but it has. And point little fluff.
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It happens when I’m feeling asleep, when I reach my bed. It is a kind of sensation, a kind of instinct that makes me feel extremely stupid. It pushes me to explore those things I shouldn’t read. But I do it. I feel really thirsty, hungry. I need to know anything more about it, but I can’t, I’m not able to do it, and then I get frustrated. It’s complicated. Well, I just supposed it is. Maybe I want to suppose it is, but I don’t really think it. Or maybe it isn’t. It may be as simple as the sea. The huge and magnificent sea.
I was just having fun thinking about nothing, when suddenly i saw it (como la peli!) and then i realise i dont really know how i feel about it at all. There are so many things rounding my mind that I can’t stop and think what should I do; even when I believe every single thing is over, so I can do nothing to change it, there is another damn thing that makes me feel stupid and idiot. I won’t forget anything. Memories are deep inside my mind.
Oh! An another fucking damn shit. I really think about him every day and every night. I hate my mind.
Just fuck me Mr. World, do it right now, i swear it to you.
Cause anyway i’m gonna get fucked really soon,so i dont mind get it earlier. I just want every thing to change, i dont need anyone to tell me what is right or what is wrong. I was born to be wild. And i didnt realise before, but i know it now, and i think nothing can hurt me, just that little damn thing that is always around my mind. So, as i was saying, please Mr. World, stop kidding, i need get sure it isnt gonna happend. I’m sick about it. Thanks. Cheers. Whatever u want.
Exasperante. Voy a olvidarme de todo haciendo tortilla de patatas
Puf. Y de repente me he acordado de ti. Sin querer,ha sido solo,juro que no he tenido nada que ver. La culpa es tuya
Es,en cierto modo,divertido. Quizas sea un modo que solo yo entienda. Oculto tanto….y el mundo jamas lo vera. Solo sabra como mi existencialismo se ve canalizado en crisis psicoticas sin sentido en las que acabo dibujando con un palo en la arena. O sintiendome parte de Gaia por un instante. Me gusta echar raices donde piso. Me gusta andar e imaginar que soy un arbol que se mueve leeeentamente,y que segun pisa penetra fuerte el suelo con sus raices,que a duras penas se van separando del suelo a medida que doy el siguiente paso. Me apetece dibujar esa escena,pero estoy demasiado cansada. Quizas mañana lo haga. Quizas me encierre en un mundo de acuarelas que me brinde infinitud de sentimientos plasmados en un papel. Creo que todo sentimiento puede expresarse en las curvas de una mujer. Creo que todo lo que me inunda ahora habra desaparecido mañana. O,al menos,confio en que asi sea…
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