i feel so fucking isolated it isn't funny. not anymore.

why do i even bother reading books in the first place? i get such an awful feeling after finishing one for about three days. it's like a book hangover. i'm toxicated by it for the while i am reading and when the pages run out, there are the withdrawal symptoms and in this case mental pictures of alaska, glaciers and oceans, and i just want to keep ( Read more... )

OHMYGODDUDE! i am so scary that i made a grown man nearly curl into a ball right there on the pavement, in the middle of the day.
and exactly what did i do, apart from looked absolutely terrifying in my colossal size, all hairy and scary and muscles bulging from just about everywhere, that caused such a spine stiffning experience?!!

( drum roll, please! )

fuckkk. ghosts from the past and i keep hearing a flute playing somewhere and it is apparently in my head. ladedidam i am going nuts maybe.

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oh please. bitch whine bitch whine blahblahblah.
i'm moving somewhere far from people, far from electricity, far from any kind of civilization like back in the day when people actually did something else than fucking complained all the fucking time about things that don't mean shit. it's giving me a headache bigger than their ego (= very big) so no ( Read more... )

bite me. i have a turquoise rocking chair.

stop prancing under my balcony every goddamn hour. the puppy's cute, i must admit, but you are not. understood?

i sort of love having a fever and sleep deficiency. my mind and imagination take a sharp turn to some unknown territory and as a result i get stuff coming at me better than if i was really hallucinating ( Read more... )

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