I decided to watch my hands as I write this. They extinguished. They are young too, but they are dry. They advanced to the ugly and old. It happened in the service of others, so it's painful, but off and that's it. There is no turning back.
We decided to stop to change things, but it was nothing. How can it, when they find out? I would like to have a better story to tell with them ... Something about the victim or to change, but it is not. Not at all. I wonder, if at all. It is as boring as reality.
It has taken centuries of overwhelming. I really do not know how long ... Impression. I did. At least they are a symbol. Can I use my past for them because they have flags. They come with photos.
I do not know why I bother. I am vicious. Impotent. Feel bad word, but is so similar. A friend is the practice of posting and I said OK, what works. But it seems to work. It seems fair to gray. I think this is one fantasy versions of distraction, become the type of abuse then it stops sensory function. You could say perhaps that this is a version of that, but it has its own peculiarities. It's easy to get lost in them.
I know nothing, really, about to dig around there. _in There_ I started, so it is very strange to me. Maybe others are too. I'm confused.
But look at my hands. They are strange and a little order. I do not know what to do with them. We tried to minimize. I have to catch at the right time. Lotion helps, but it is constant and continues to slide. I do not know how to stop them, they feel like my enemy. I do not understand: My tools are my useless techniques, which is new to me. But I mean friends. Well, we must seek reconciliation.
Is, they are conspiring against me (remember, are two of them, and I). Wars are not safe there? What if I loaded all the color and trained on the Swiss referee? Are wrong? They do things behind my back, you know. Itch ... ...
(Not in Switzerland)
I am referring to radical tactics. What happens if I remove? Sounds extreme? Listen: I could give it to someone more appropriate. I have a pale now. I can not wait. I need help. Oh, I have energy for it. I will do it themselves.
You know how you deal with memories that hurt, man? Think back further to the ones that don’t. Inevitably, yeah, that’ll lead you back to more memories that hurt again, so you have to think back past those as well. Just keep thinking back and thinking back until you’ve got cosmic dust particles clinging together to form the big bad world you live in, the big bad world that alternately pumps you up then fucks you up. Actually, since you’re thinking backward, those dust particles are being pulled apart- pulled apart and sucked back into space, and then all of space, the whole big bang, is sucked up into a tiny point. And that tiny point is on the verge, then it isn’t, then it’s gone. And where are you? You’re where you were, so long after the big bang already happened, after dinosaur extinction, after all the births of your grandparents and parents and you and all of your friends and enemies and all of your parents’ and grandparents’ friends and enemies. And all those stinging memories lead you to the present, cuffed in the back of a police cruiser, face red and wet, not even trying to explain anything to the cops because there’s no way you could anyway.
1.) Ouyay owknay owhay you ealday ithway emoriesmay atthay urthay, anmay? Inkthay ackbay urtherfay o-tay the ones atthay on’tday. Evitablyinay, eahyay, at’llthay eadlay ouyay ackbay o-tay oremay emoriesmay atthay urthay ainagay, o-say ouyay avehay o-tay inkthay ackbay astpay osethay say ellway. Ustjay eepkay inkingthay ackbay tilunay ou’veyay otgay osmiccay ustday articlespay ingingclay ogthertay o-tay ormfay the igbay adbay orldway ouyay ivelay in, the igbay adbay orldway atthay ternatelyalay umpspay ouyyay up and ucksfay ouyay up. Uallyactay, incesay ou’reyay inkingthay ackwardbay, odethay ustday articlespay are eingbay ulledpay artapay- ulledpay artapay and uckedsay ackbay toinay acespay, and enthay all of acespay, the olewhay igbay angbay, say uckedsay puay toinay a inytay ointpay. And atthay inytay ointpay say on the ergevay, enthay it ntisay, enthat it’s onegay. And erewhay are ouyay? Ou’reyay erewhey ouyay ereway, o-say onglay terafay the igbay angbay readyalay appenedhay, terafay inosaurday tinctionexay, terafay all the irthsbay foay ouryay nadparentsgray and arentspay and ouyay and all foay ouryay riendsfay and miesenay and all foay ouryay andparents’gray and arents’pay riendsfay and miesenay. And all osethay ingingstay emoriesmay eadlay ouyay o-tay the resentpay, uffedcay in the ackbay foay a olicepay uisercray. Acefay edray and etway, otnay enevay ryingtay o-tay plainexay the opscay ecausebay ere’stahy o-nay ayway ouyay ouldcay wayanyay.
2.) Ah shit, dawg, you gotta roll wit’ that shit. Get your head back to before shit went all crazy. Bitches ain’t nothin’ but a thing no-how. Then you start thinking all cosmic shit like how you roll wit’ dinosaurs and the big bang and shit. Nawbuffarilldo, jail ain’t nothin’ but a thang, dawg, like bitches.
3.) .... .... .... ..... ..... ..... ..... .... ..... ..... .... ..... ..... .... .... .... .... .... .... ....(it's mime).... ..... ..... .... ..... .... .
4.) Social networking sites are an illness. It’s like every high school after high school, every chapter of your extended adolescence. Fuck'em.
1.) Ouyay owknay owhay you ealday ithway emoriesmay atthay urthay, anmay? Inkthay ackbay urtherfay o-tay the ones atthay on’tday. Evitablyinay, eahyay, at’llthay eadlay ouyay ackbay o-tay oremay emoriesmay atthay urthay ainagay, o-say ouyay avehay o-tay inkthay ackbay astpay osethay say ellway. Ustjay eepkay inkingthay ackbay tilunay ou’veyay otgay osmiccay ustday articlespay ingingclay ogthertay o-tay ormfay the igbay adbay orldway ouyay ivelay in, the igbay adbay orldway atthay ternatelyalay umpspay ouyyay up and ucksfay ouyay up. Uallyactay, incesay ou’reyay inkingthay ackwardbay, odethay ustday articlespay are eingbay ulledpay artapay- ulledpay artapay and uckedsay ackbay toinay acespay, and enthay all of acespay, the olewhay igbay angbay, say uckedsay puay toinay a inytay ointpay. And atthay inytay ointpay say on the ergevay, enthay it ntisay, enthat it’s onegay. And erewhay are ouyay? Ou’reyay erewhey ouyay ereway, o-say onglay terafay the igbay angbay readyalay appenedhay, terafay inosaurday tinctionexay, terafay all the irthsbay foay ouryay nadparentsgray and arentspay and ouyay and all foay ouryay riendsfay and miesenay and all foay ouryay andparents’gray and arents’pay riendsfay and miesenay. And all osethay ingingstay emoriesmay eadlay ouyay o-tay the resentpay, uffedcay in the ackbay foay a olicepay uisercray. Acefay edray and etway, otnay enevay ryingtay o-tay plainexay the opscay ecausebay ere’stahy o-nay ayway ouyay ouldcay wayanyay.
2.) Ah shit, dawg, you gotta roll wit’ that shit. Get your head back to before shit went all crazy. Bitches ain’t nothin’ but a thing no-how. Then you start thinking all cosmic shit like how you roll wit’ dinosaurs and the big bang and shit. Nawbuffarilldo, jail ain’t nothin’ but a thang, dawg, like bitches.
3.) .... .... .... ..... ..... ..... ..... .... ..... ..... .... ..... ..... .... .... .... .... .... .... ....(it's mime).... ..... ..... .... ..... .... .
4.) Social networking sites are an illness. It’s like every high school after high school, every chapter of your extended adolescence. Fuck'em.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
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