sidvicious
Tout est question de sémiose, petit Arlequin.
sidvicious
Tout est question de sémiose, petit Arlequin.
Samedi 22 octobre 2011 à 7:51
Dans l'encore silence du brouhaha urbain, je marche toujours sur ma nuit étrange.
Un demi et une cigarette et demi.
Dimanche 9 octobre 2011 à 8:57
And because my computer always shows the french time. I laught, busy, busy. Don't cry for me Argentina. We runned to have a social life, to meet a lot of people. Even if it's not easy to keep in touch. We should make some efforts, smiling like aghast donkeys. No, don't say a world, don't be silly and go ahead. Play us some "décalé coupé kompressor" and move your fucking skeletonon this wonderfull and awesomeshitty music.
On est des kosocrevards, j'te dis, pas moins, pas plus ! Et ça, c'est le pied !
To hang up to the branch when you're falling down. You know ,you're young. Take care about you, because I'm sometimes worried. I know you'll grow up but it changes anything. I care about you. FFS I surely shouldn't.
Samedi 8 octobre 2011 à 5:42
First, I thought of him. Then, I thought about them, about us, about her, and the ways she always finds to become essential. I don't even know if it's a kind of jealousy, I've been upset. I've been upset two seconds. Time to thing about me, myself and my stuffs. To be or not to be. I've been sad. 'Cause I worried about him and I don't want him completely broken after this story. Witch. Just let them enjoy.
"Don't see the dark side of the moon" OK, I strive to try.
I thought about travelling, about France, Slovakia, about the whole world. I wanted to fly, burn this Mc Donald's, and run around like an amerindian, cheering the sun, the wind and the cold at the same time. Sharing this pain buring me. I just wanted to lay in my bed, under MDMA, enjoying time, music and lonelyness. Enjoying silence. Actually, been saved by two cigarets.
I feel like a piece af shit. I didn't drink, I took a bit of weight under my relaxed hair. "Make me cry, make me cry, what can we do now ?" I envy their easy way to communicate. I hate it. Socialisation, victimization. Hard now to write. Slipping. Shut up. No worries, I'm just a bit lost.