Then this morning I looked in the mirror and
I saw so clear
simply an indecisive
ignorant brutalized by time.
Amanda, I'm still alive. I was sucked from the reel cyclic existence but I'm here.
usually react to cyclical reels existential writing crap, but now I have no time. I should patent a wireless converter thoughts, like, today I will head in the past eighty witty little things that I wanted to write here. Obviously I do not remember half. With thoughts I would have thought the drive directly in html my shit, while I sat on the coffee while I was singing in the car in traffic (voice traffic in order to inform my daughter that even if we're going by car to a crawl in the middle of hundreds of others like us stoned , life is a wonderful thing).
In these days I think things rather than negative, almost never happens, I swear. Type: attention comes a wind of something different, and it's not said is better. It may be that 'I'm sparking the wind all by myself. It may be that it is a storm.
There are things in life are always gone quite fair, like the fact of being a bad girl with a mind of iron or shave her armpits col silk èpil. Eccetera eccetera. E poi ci sono giorni come questi, in cui mi sento un granello di nullità nel mare infinito dello schifo cosmico e mi dico, ma dov'è che vuoi andare.
Non mi riesce più di leggere, di scrivere. Riesco solo a mangiare e lavorare (in contemporanea), due attività, che se uno ci pensa, hanno in se un potenziale catastrofico.
A volte ho il dubbio atroce che con l'età non sto migliorando abbastanza velocemente. E la monogamia a dirla tutta mi sembra un'assurda presa di posizione.
Penso spesso alla bambina che ero e alla vecchia che sarò.
Comincio a sentire l'irrimediabilità delle scelte fatte e che il mondo in mano, haimè, I do not have anymore. But I'm not sad, I note.
And to make matters worse, I bought the Ugg.
are the damn target marketing, I.
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