I have a headache. It's split into million slices and each of them is intolerable aches. I hate a migraine.
My head is ready to blow up, and all most awful things will depart outside from it.
All will get out: terrorists, pirates, the nuclear bomb, hatred to the government,
hatred to itself, crimes, sins, warm dramas, children's traumas,
not love, idiocy, death, injustice. All.
All will be pulled outside.
Please make to me a grassy compress, give morphin and put me to bed.
I will not take out this explosion.
It became fashionable to spread in diaries wishlists. I made it too.
In polaroid pictures as usually.
It is pleasant to nobody, when I start to call things by their proper names.
All are indignant to my cynicism, roughness and frankness. But all sober after that.
In this sweet fairy tale someone should stop that dung lickung and tell that the king is naked!
I like to go with you on silly films and run in the underground, to be in time on a train.
Both to smoke and listen your stories. And turn my cheek for a kiss.
I didn't feel necessary to someone for a long time .
And it is so healthy, when it appears.
Mess in my head. I need to define what I want. It's so difficult. What it is necessary for me now? What I want from the life? It's improbable challenge. I hurry events.
Where is my cheerful cocaine girl-friends? Damn, damn, damn, you are so necessary to me now!!!
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[313x313]I am proud of myself! I am the engineer!!! Last night I modified my Holga.
Now it have two values of the aperture, as well as it has been conceived!
Stroke me on a head and give a pie.
I am overcomed by obsessions. And persuasive thoughts . But it only thoughts. Only thoughts.
Permanent crisis, permanent depression, permanent love. My permanent life.
All repeats on a circle, increasing scope. At times it starts irritate me .
There is no ideal man. It`s true. It`s permanent true.
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
All the day long I sing this song. What with me???
it was a suburban weekend. alcohol drinking, boys, bath-house, courage and Egi. sweet Egi. nice Egi. disarming Egi.
oh, my dear Egi. we under the blanket together.
cold. cold. cold.
heat. heat. heat.
My dear, our paths are bound to cross
On the plane we both traverse
In mesh and wire bind me
Connect and finally disperse
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Someone like you
We will go to the cinema today=)
I have fine mood. Surprisingly.
I love Tarantino. I don't know at what here it.
To smoke it is harmful much.
To smoke it is a little useless.
To smoke a little senselessly.
It is necessary to smoke in general.
Fuck! I have torn my favourite jeans. My ideal jeans. My universal jeans.
Now I have a problem - where to find the same.
It is Cheap Monday model and in Internet their set, but.... BUT!!!
My jeans of other colour. And such any more do not do.
Oh no!!! My ass will not forgive me such treachery!