i feel like eating marshmallows…

Sometime i’m really childish… i don’t care

As we start living together i wonder: .

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How do relationships end?

Why do they end?

What’s the common denominator ?

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look… really look

of regrets

i believe that for us all there is an invisible line in the sand, so to speak, a limit that says “This far and no further”.
The road not taken is a big fat lie.
When i step away from that line i never think what could have been… i find it to be a fantasy, a fairy-tale born by the lack of courage to live with one choices, an escape from reality as much as any “happily ever after” book.
i choose reality.
Sometime is painful, sometime sucks , but dreaming of things that weren’t or would not be, to me amount to throw away what i do have.
How’s that for living in the moment?  for someone who believes the whole moment concept to be kind of idiotic, i do actually do it. No, i’m not enlightened,  or anything even close to that, i just think as my previous post says “a bird in the hand etc….”
The bird in this case is what is real right now.
Life IS beautiful, it would be a shame wasting on the “birds in the bush”.

fear… ? ? ?

Should i listen to the voice of fear?

It whisper in my ears, till it gets to the heart … chokes me.

Maybe i should scream against it. Throw it up.

(but what do i know)

tired

ho sonno

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no chupa chups

Everytime during this season i wonder who chooses music in stores… it’s bad enough all through the year to having to listen to questionable selections, but having to listen for half hour to the distorted sound of the “band of chipmunks” (why chipmunks i wonder… do chipmunks even remotely sound like that? )bellowing Xmas tunes, it’s more than anyone should have to suffer, i don’t even celebrate Xmas…  although the worst Xmas tune ever, still remains  “Feliz navidad”.

i can’t find any chupa chups, so i’m living a  lollipop nightmare… i found em on amazon, 5 pounds for 22.99… i think is a good deal, except for the part that i cannot choose the flavor and i only like strawberry/cream or chocolate/cream… cigarettes look better by the minute except my hair smell yummy  since i stop smoking, who would have thought hair can smell so good.

There is always the “exception” in my world…  i’m going to walk for a bit.

every(NON)thing

How good we are at creating dysfunction with only the tactical use of words honeyed on the tongue.
Without understanding that some dreams are hard to escape (and we assume the pose of the one who “knows” and understand the effect of rolling on the sharp rocks of  goodbyes) convex reflections on dry palms of hands.
i hunger for desire, but seems that love has taken its baggage and weapons and moved away.
i wonder what is a heart , if not the fulcrum of target for darts of pain.
Than a late beat would undo allusions defying illusions…
i unusual and unadorned, in night like this will want to be fucked hard in the ass and i think of a pain that surrounds me for a day.

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i desire everything and every(non)thing.

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