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35 - And now, you're mine for ever.

Since I Met You, this house has started "to decay
and Every Wall That Once Was Turned clean has a shade of gray
So much to rescue, So Much you just can not understand
Now the Streets are dark and empty, and The Problems In Our Hands

I cannot leave you, see back home my house is falling down.
I cannot leave you, see back home my house is falling down

Since I Met You, my basement has started "to bleed
The floors are all collapsing, Still I'm begging to be free

There has nothing to do, it does not exit. It's still there, across the throat, deep belly, near the eyes, that strength and that strength yet, but it does not come out. It is like blocked. It's much too far, we can not forget. I tell myself that if things do not go out I will have my whole life in the background, and that every morning when I woke up I only aim to get rid of it but not work. Never. I do not understand, I'm talking about often since this happened, though I cry sometimes, I'm hurt me, nothing happens, there is perpetual. So I drink, I tell myself that the fumes of alcohol may help me to live with, except to briefly mention: nay.
When I think about it, I try to deny, to change my mind immediately, I lie to myself MYSELF persuaded that all this is not true, this is just fucking nightmare, they will say "Surprise Surprise!" waving hidden cameras to prove to myself that it was a fake. But it never happens either. I can also imagine the legends, I tell myself that in fact they invented everything, they were just tired of living here among us, and they decided like that, I do not know not to go on a desert island with no one, or in another country, far, far away from here in the countryside, on top of a mountain to raise sheep (why not? haha) in a remote village in the wilds of Wisconsin scratch and create, without anyone to fuck, and that in half a century, melancholia, they come to us because we miss them (although never so much that we miss WO), to know what is is now, by asking us above all not to ask any question about their absence. If only ... If only it could be that.
is already two hours I am on this article, with the unpleasant feeling of not having advanced. Now write the words clearly not enough. How will I do? What will become of me? How are we going to learn to live? Is it possible to breathe with a gaping hole in the middle of the soul? : I do not know. Nothing. I do not know. No.

Mood: big bad.
RB: Demolition - Patrick Wolf.

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34 - "Il était grand, et rose ! Non je ne parle pas de mon sexe". Merci Rodrigo.

It's Sunday evening. I just go home, tired. I'm dressed a bit like Jim Morrison, white shirt wide around (amazing for a 36), black trousers, black boots. Miss more than a good belt loops and I was singing and song takes Alabama. I decided that I would finally get a tattoo. For years, I think, and now that I have a job (at H & M, nldr) therefore a reasonable monthly income, I can think of a more serious and concrete. Meanwhile I hope you're well wherever you are, you feel not too lonely. I finally bought a hat guy has done the war. She is super nice, even if full of balls calling me "sir" when they see me in the street. I'm revealing my list to John-David Theobald, he said, "Respect". I said I would rather "abuse". I do not know why but the last few hours I seem to have lost something, like an arm, a kidney, then eventually something super important, but I do not see anything. I have super sore fingers, yet I have not stuck in a door. I just remembered that I was allowed to film dancing merrily on the soundtrack of Rocky Horror Picture Show and Paris Latino, meaning that my reputation is made (or défaite, ça dépend de quel point de vue on se place). Quant à toi, tu me manques à mort mais je me soigne. Du moins j'essaye.

Humeur : chelou le loup.
B.O. : I suppose - Jonjo Feather.

Camila Rodrigues Forum Trans

33 - New words of wisdom.

You pretend to be there for me
But in the end, you just ignore me
And I can't say what hurts me more
The game you play or the final score

But who am I to say these things
To know how or why or where life brings
And I made my best so I think I like down
Embrace my weary head, suppose belong now

And I ain't got the time, and I don't have the patience
For you or your kind, and all your relations, no
New words of wisdom, from all friends of mine

So you go your way and I go mine
And it kinks me to say that it wasn't our time
But I see you again undown that broad
And I call you friend but we both know
That a thousand years couldn't build these wounds
And all our tears could build these rooms

And I ain't got the time, and I don't have the patience
For you or your kind, and all your relations, no
New words of wisdom, from all friends of mine

And I ain't got the time, and I don't have the patience
For you or your kind, and all your relations, no
New words of wisdom, from all friends of mine.

Mood: while brothel.
RB: New Words of Wisdom - Brendan Benson.

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32 - One choice to ending two lives.

Because it is so secretive and yet so public. Because he'll have it all be very strong, regardless of the "camp" to which one belongs. That we forget anyone. Because it was violent, and I still tremble. Because the collateral damage could be enormous. Because I am struck, I am silent, my silence melts on my cheeks. Because it is mainly the fault of bad language those who make and unmake Paris. Because they should be ashamed of them, those bad language, shame to have broken so many lives. Because such souls will haunt us for long. To not be forgotten, either silent or still alive. And we will never forget, no matter where they are.



Mood: Sonne.
RB: Rich Girls - The Virgins.