MTU.

I know that I'm wrong... about everything I said. But here it goes again: You wanted more, than you thought, I would ever give. But you were badly mistaken.

I told you lies and said what you were meant to hear. Just as you wished, my dear, to reach the eye of the storm.

So we began to float and drifted out into the tide, and every wave swallowed us alive. No sign in shore the moment when the sails were torn. We've reached the end - eye of the storm. For all that it cost, in the end there was no price to pay for all that was lost that storm carried it away.

I must say, it has not felt like that for a while [babe]. How long to be precise? Well, a good shit of two years roughly. What was it? Self-hedonism so to dub it, and so to unveil it, I mean that I have not felt so good with the mere company of myself in a long time. Watching docs, shorts, alt movies, biking, traveling, pounding into mellow thoughts [yes, I can do that], indulging life! [cos when u bike, u r a happier person!] 

here is a damn good dainty morsel to watch; smoking good headphones are a must here: http://opium.org.pl/2010/01/26/upgrademobilize/

And so, as was her custom, she went to bike in the night.

Oh Yeah.

Oh yes. This is how it's never been. So this is how it is. OS this is what had to be done /had to happen/ to make me write a post. Home alone. Listening to tracks I've never listened to [in here]. I've blocked, or rather you have blocked any further you alike options to ever happen in reality [don't be fooled, they will happen in the virtual context, cos they will have not]. I long to go home. This will have happened soon, luckily. Thanks God, I can and am not suppressed from writing the way I want in this place. Contrary to my MA, of course. yes, I like you. Of course. Come closer. I'm gonna destroy you vs. I will destroy you. This is funny. This is laughable. I can't decide myself. I think it's both. Either bring me joy. Hhahahahahahaaaaa. Thee shall unlee be a reminiscence in my memory at the very least. That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to. Then you don't have to believe me but I won't be there when you go down. Just so you know now You're on your own now believe me I don't want to be the one to blame You like fun and game Keep playing em I'm just saying Think back then We was like one and the same On the right track
But I was on the wrong train Just like that Now you've got a face to pain And the devil's got a fresh new place to play In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain Every damn day is the same shade of grey Hey I used have a little bit of a plan Used to Have a concept of where I stand But that concept slipped right out of my hands Now I don't really even know who I am Yo, what do I have to say Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free What ever happens to you, we'll see But it's not gonna happen with me. Oh, God help me so. 

A Unique Set of Skills.

6:30 pm and I am having a strong coffee. I've seen an elderly woman on the bus today. She was so magnificently old. And, what is more, her complexion looked as if she elegantly shriveled. Watching shorts cos of mental exhaustion so as to somehow back up the system. He would have liked the short. He is... I mean, it was such a beautiful short movie. Life is but such a beautiful dream. My dreams are always astounding. They are always unusual. In my dreams I always fly. Or maybe, I shall become a sniper...? The awareness of the fact that I know how to do something but also that when I make a resolution I know it will have happened have always made me feel secure, calm and not afraid of the future. Strolling or biking, I am a different person. Because biking makes you happier. Although not explicitly visible, there are certain vital discrepancies between me and an average citizen. Ofc ourse, there had to be a clown murderer. So many motifs interweaving. Such a fast tempo. Should I provide a neat analogy, it would be one of a phoneme or a cap in that, they both are abstract mental representations as of psychological approaches to phonology. You cannot see them with your eyes but you know they exist. You fear such people because you never know when you come across such entity, unaware of the bare fact that some outstanding entity can be stronger than you are. It is such a beautiful feeling to walk among people, the common folk, being capable of seeing through. The finest armor has been prepared for you by the master. There are always more things to convey, more thing to do, obviously. However, they shall wait. Where? I do not know. My long-term memory, hopefully? They shall wait. Till their time cometh.

Make It Good.

If it's on it's on for good; Coz when it's gone it's gone for good, let me tell you; And if you stayed over, you know we would, if we could put it back together piece by piece; Put it back together; Make it good

If I breathe in the future, breathe out the past; Savour this moment as long as it lasts, let me tell you; Put it back together piece by piece; Put it back together; Make it good; If you stayed over I'd make it so sweet; I'd make you remember, baby, from your head to your feet; If you go now babe we'll never know

If you go now babe we'll never know; If you go now babe we'll never know; How It Ends; So; Make it good.