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Tout est question de sémiose, petit Arlequin.

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.

 

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