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i dream & drink too much cider.
and lets not forget smoking that i do while hiding from people.
then i almost vomit.
suddenly it starts to rain.and words cant make me dry.no darling,you cant come here.not tonight,because tonight is a special night.
take a picture of me.frame it and put it on some special place
in your house.
house,where you live with your husband and two,soon three kids.
a girl and a boy.the boy looks like its father and the girl is the exact copy of her mother.same stubborn look in her eyes.
then youll have a family car.dark blue.and a dog thats plain stupid.
takes orders and kids tease it until it needs to have a needle under its skin by a kind,slightly weird veterinarian.because it bit its even dummer owner to the hand,while he was throwing a tennis ball to it in the backyard.
stressed.
barbecue partys 24/7.
your life looks perfect.ideal.stereotypical.
morning.
a normal morning.up at 7 o'clock to make coffee for "the man" and get kids up before school starts at 8 a.m.
breakfast.
toast.jam.orange juice.fried bacon and some eggs.apple juice to the boy who is allergic to oranges and all sort of citric fruits.
cereals with milk.but not sugar frosted ones.or the chocolate ones.they're bad to teeth remember.
remember to do the laundry,clean,make dinner,make sure kids do their homework,wash their teeth and go to sleep instead of watch tv shows that might be harmful to them later in some point of their lives,have dull straight sex with your husband in the bed after dark and fake it all.
fall asleep and it all starts over again.
no thank yous.just love yous that sounds distant and cold.
boring family friends.same kind of women.they talk nonstop about the last episode of oprah winfrey and the latest recipes they got from someone somewhere.
then you stop caring.you die.but not really.just from the inside.
a victim of routines and boredom.
a new puppy at christmas.just like the one before.
heart beating,breathing and blood running inside veins.no mind,ideas,inspiration,genuine joy.not even smiles.just the fake ones.
and lets not forget smoking that i do while hiding from people.
then i almost vomit.
suddenly it starts to rain.and words cant make me dry.no darling,you cant come here.not tonight,because tonight is a special night.
take a picture of me.frame it and put it on some special place
in your house.
house,where you live with your husband and two,soon three kids.
a girl and a boy.the boy looks like its father and the girl is the exact copy of her mother.same stubborn look in her eyes.
then youll have a family car.dark blue.and a dog thats plain stupid.
takes orders and kids tease it until it needs to have a needle under its skin by a kind,slightly weird veterinarian.because it bit its even dummer owner to the hand,while he was throwing a tennis ball to it in the backyard.
stressed.
barbecue partys 24/7.
your life looks perfect.ideal.stereotypical.
morning.
a normal morning.up at 7 o'clock to make coffee for "the man" and get kids up before school starts at 8 a.m.
breakfast.
toast.jam.orange juice.fried bacon and some eggs.apple juice to the boy who is allergic to oranges and all sort of citric fruits.
cereals with milk.but not sugar frosted ones.or the chocolate ones.they're bad to teeth remember.
remember to do the laundry,clean,make dinner,make sure kids do their homework,wash their teeth and go to sleep instead of watch tv shows that might be harmful to them later in some point of their lives,have dull straight sex with your husband in the bed after dark and fake it all.
fall asleep and it all starts over again.
no thank yous.just love yous that sounds distant and cold.
boring family friends.same kind of women.they talk nonstop about the last episode of oprah winfrey and the latest recipes they got from someone somewhere.
then you stop caring.you die.but not really.just from the inside.
a victim of routines and boredom.
a new puppy at christmas.just like the one before.
heart beating,breathing and blood running inside veins.no mind,ideas,inspiration,genuine joy.not even smiles.just the fake ones.