highly individual sense of time
не ми губете времето, толкова ми е ценно.
през цялото време утре. вече е изгубено.
силата ми. е измамна. сатаник приестес.
разчитам на НЕЩО пхахахахахаха дори не му вярвам, но все пак го оставям да ми оправя настроението ...когато реши. какво НЕЖНО създание.
kolko si nejna
да, щото разчитам само на едно, две хранения на седмица. питайте когото поискате, това не е достатъчно!
мисълта, че няма да се измъкна и само аз ще съм виновна за това ме побърква
Staring at the ceiling in the dark trying not to let the feeling tear you apart
But the silence is buzzing and it won't stop
tell yourself it's almost over but it's not
вторник, 20 февруари 2018 г.
неделя, 11 февруари 2018 г.
събота, 10 февруари 2018 г.
сряда, 31 януари 2018 г.
Би искала някой да я заговори и се бои, че може аз да сторя тази недискретност.
In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
will commit that indiscretion.
петък, 26 януари 2018 г.
nqma izhod//its a metaphor//keep it to yourself
you dont need will power to say "no" to junk when you are off. you don't want it.
when a junky off junk gets drunk up to a certain point his thoughts turn to junk.
"Anyway, I didn't want to come around because I knew you was off. You off completely?"
"Yeah, I'm off."
"You wouldn't want a shot, then?" Old Ike was smiling.
"Well ..." I felt a touch of the old excitement like meeting someone you used to go to bed with and suddenly the excitement is there and you both know that you are going to go to bed again.
I loosened the tie, and the dropper emptied into my vein. Coke hit my head, a pleasant dizziness and tension, while the morphine spread through my body in relaxing waves.
"Was that all right?" asked Ike, smiling.
"If God made anything better, he kept it for Himself," I said.
when a junky off junk gets drunk up to a certain point his thoughts turn to junk.
"Anyway, I didn't want to come around because I knew you was off. You off completely?"
"Yeah, I'm off."
"You wouldn't want a shot, then?" Old Ike was smiling.
"Well ..." I felt a touch of the old excitement like meeting someone you used to go to bed with and suddenly the excitement is there and you both know that you are going to go to bed again.
I loosened the tie, and the dropper emptied into my vein. Coke hit my head, a pleasant dizziness and tension, while the morphine spread through my body in relaxing waves.
"Was that all right?" asked Ike, smiling.
"If God made anything better, he kept it for Himself," I said.
четвъртък, 25 януари 2018 г.
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