When things can’t get get any worst, they will.
When things are going well, something will go wrong.
When things appear to be going better, you have overlooked something.
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Yellow Pages

marriage, it's not for me!
i mentioned to her i miss driving
next thing you know i’m driving in Sydney
what is it that you want?
identify, ask and you shall get it

awesomeness.to.max

i like pubes... not too much... not too little... just the right amount... fetish?
it’s getting cold
cold as in i have to wear two socks over one and other
cold as in i wear two tshirts and a polo shirt on top
while i have my sport jacket over
cold as in my cheeks become cherry red
cold as in i’m shivering whole night long
under two heavy blankets
as for sher
i said i wont let it get ugly
and it got bad
i said i will stay only as long as she wants me to
and she didnt really wanted me to
there was no escape
i didnt wanna do this again
not in a million years
but i just cant let her hate me
not sher
anyone but not sher
after avicenna
things were never the same as before
maybe she didnt let it
maybe i didnt try enough
she knew it and i knew it
but i dont think
if i was given the chance
i would have done anything differently
with avicenna that is
everything i held so dear
disappeared without a trace
i’m rediscovering myself
how did i ever come so far
sorry it didn’t work out
i’ve been whispering in agony for few days now
I just wanted to make her happy
I did everything but that i suppose
it’s been a goodbye day since i got on the plane
just a long goodbye day
cause it’s just impossible to say goodbye to her
i thought i could get to B from A
i thought i could lead it all the way
and now i’m stuck at C
somewhere far away
wondering how did it ever come so far away
life has a way of making other plans
looking back though
i drove myself here
just me, myself and I
how did it ever got here?
it’s getting cold
the cold is getting to my bones
when did it become cold?

je me souviens

look into mirror
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Il n y a pas d’amour, il n’y a que des preuves d’amour.
Jean Cocteau


