Optimism is most definitely the best way to combat thick indelible pessimism...I wish i was a better writer.
I just realised that the panda look is probably synonymous with impotency, blissful limp...
You look like soft content and Agata looks like composure...
You Know when you said that it always shocked you that you could be really happy one day and really sad the next, maybe this was the happy point before the inevitable fall...
I'm beginning to spend an alarming amount of my time and space documenting and archiving my life. A desperately circular waltz. know one really cares anyway. Perhaps its because i feel like I'm loosing it all. Self Deprecating analysis. I'm so happy laughing at you it feels like eating rainbows or driven snow...
Drunk but not as drunk as you, lucidly observing your demiseYou stared into her eyes and she became enraged
tinfoil peanuts and gin
wild eyed girl
Children, spiteful and malicious, undiluted evil, pure selfish expenserelishing documenting your misfortune
watching myself kill a fish
conscience lurching
feeling so bad
rubbing your back
Loosing your inhibitions and weaving them into a protective invisible womb blanket.Liquidating the divide, between figure and ground, atoms on atoms...
To piss outside, in open air, where walls and skies abound...
smile and the world spins with you
bed my head for sleep, thoughts roll like soft magnets.slowly, indecisevly changing their polarity,
luke warm metal beans.
ear wax and honey,
edges blurred by cold fluffy static.
rolling Squeezing Tumbling Vieing for space.
imperceptibly slipping off into a skewed dark horizon
a bubble in oil
clean white sheets

I cant move, i feel like shit, inescapable shit...But things will be better...
FUUUCK YOO!
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