all this sitting in one spot makes me restless.
i've managed to open all my dreadlocks.
and i have a stubborn compulsion to cut my hair more.
i need to drag my cracked ass to the barber.
I pointlessly wander around.
every single view inspires me like a drug.
i drown in sounds and words.
the images are stunning and i look like an abandoned ship.
i've entered the textile store.
and was touching textures of fibers, eyes closed, eyes open, if my nose would work, i'd sniff em like a freak.
passing by dozens of fabric rolls.
executing the bad looking like a vicious dictator.
greeting the choosen ones, embracing em like children and presenting my ideas infront of em.
i was dreaming about a better way to mesure the textile and the pattern so it will fit perfectly.
lots of 3d shapes were haunting my dreams.
mathematic and geometrical formulas.
and everything i see, just gives me more and more inspiriation.
and i get this shimiring shake in hands and all of the body.
i must do something, do it all, cant possibly set my mind on something else.
myst bring it all to life.
and realy...
trully..
i...
i...
...
....
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i hate this shit.
its always like it.
as i sit my lousy ass like an african slave by the desk and start working, i mostly end up with a future improved thrombosis, and no 0%satisfaction, mental hydration and lots of liquid sugar based trash that my fat ass cat managed to spill while i was concentrated in my work.
i suppose thats why i hate to do what i do, the emtyness it leaves in you as ur done....
its as good as sex with someone ur only atrracted to.
in the end u just lay down, look up, watch the car lights playing on the wall, throw a bitter joke about life and go to sleep.
and the morinings are heavy and the streets are loud.
but as im taking a break from all this mentaly hydrating work.
and just lay like an empty can.
till some time passes, and then ur unwelcome to make any social contact nor try anything new.
then as soon as u get balanced and all seems to be just fine......
this shit happens again.....
and after all.
u try to maintain a normal life.
to participate in a healthy realationship.
but noooo...
this shit happens again, lives you senseless like a stunned frog, staring with big eyes and makin car brakes noises.
but then again, keep it up, sometimes its fun, sometimes its funny.....better be both!!!!!!
Haroo, tis sis mi.
Tis sis mi kissies mi bebi
hi su sexi
Mi en bebi celebrate 6 monts wit itch oter...
Hurra!!! Hurraa!!!
i luv bebi muchos
c,c.!!!
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