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Are you for real? Droid, please, I stopped paying for smell and taste like ten years ago, lol. Most month's I don't pay to talk at all cause money gets tight an I rather pay to see by the end of the month than hear, so why bother talking at all. Ever since music got embedded advertising layers you couldn't just listen to basic music anymore without visuals on, so its be blind or be able to listen (member when dad used to say "that's how they get ya!"lol). There ain't much to hear, cause nobody's talking, or moving around much, so you know how it goes. Foods free (if you wanna call it that) an it tastes and smells like rotten plastic anyway, so why even pay to taste it? I remember when my partner and I decided to only pay for feeling when we wanted to fuck, but we used to get the premium package often cause we really liked to hold hands and talk. But you know how it goes. Eventually we couldn't even afford each other's relationship status license so we had to break up. We couldn't
The thought of her nakedness was
an avalanche, dressed as a dog suddenly
released into a field in summer, with the
sun soaring high above all that we do,
and did, and would have done if we
could relive chosen moments in our lives.
(8th May 2020)
A Beautiful morning of a spring day has begun , a crowded of fluffy clouds were swimming in the soft blue color palette sky . from this sky river comes lights that brighten up a beautiful place , down a mountin , near a big white group of cascades streaming over the mighty rocks . a place where lives a little flower with her fellow sisters . Perfume mixed with sweetness and happiness wraps up the areas . A panoply of dancing colors forming a magnificent picture although the little flower was oddly white and blue in the middle for a Jasmine.
As the water splashes on the rocks forming raindrops around the field , the flowers forms groups of po
Am I the only one of us to doubt for a while? Do you still think that you made the right decision by choosing the Other One? Did you not ask yourself, like me, if anything could have been done to save our friendship? That we could have tried to start having fun together and laugh about this funny world as before? I'd like to know what you think about me. I wonder if you were saying the truth that night when you said you cared about me. Or that you understood what it was to be rejected, and that you did not want to stir the knife in the wound by accompanying me to the prom. Or, if I had said it before, you would have seriously thought about it. I have many questions since that cold June evening. Did I do well to reveal to you my feelings while you were in couple, was I selfish not to think about the consequences that it would have on the others, was it the good decision to abandon you the the eve of my graduation party for another rider ... The worst part is not knowing who is the
She has just been thrown out by her husband. We are the first of April, it's a biting cold and it's not a joke. She walks staggering, a headache growing in the back of the skull. Where can she go? Who can help her? She does not see anything anymore. It's like forcing a shortsighted to squint; ill-defined outlines, materials transformed into simple shapeless spots. A white grout mixed with an ugly brownish hue has just appeared in front of its altered view. Snow! It may be frozen, but it has the merit of being comfortable! The ice bed is surrounded by unidentified gray buildings. She is lying there laboriously, limbs trembling, balance badly. The hair tangled in the cool blanket, she closes her eyes to rest. Maybe this migraine will leave at last? She had started drinking years ago. A simple drink on occasion with his friends, with his family ... nothing really bad. What adult has not already consumed for pleasure? But everything had changed the day the phone rang at home to tell her