Having exhausted the possible. Smoothly transferring to the excellent accessibility of a cramped, million-strong metropolis.
Slammed. “Not about me? And I’m flying again. I fly, flapping my wings, I am bored for a long time with people I meet, in moments I expose their truth, the grayness of their true perception is boring. Sadly. But my flight begins to amuse me, I compare myself to a bird. A little difficulty, but so easy to get away from the dirt of the cold. I took it from the window. I want to drink with gas and sleep. And then watch the flaps of the snow-white wing. It’s time, it’s time… I will take my time getting ready – they will announce soon. How are you there? Smooth ice. With a minus? It’s cold? Maybe you’ll come? Come, take the blond dog and come, the ocean and I miss you. Let’s take a dip. A star in beach gold. Let’s indulge. We’ll drown with kisses. We’ll joke endlessly and crumple the snow-white. I’m dreaming. Again. Butterflies are fluttering there.
November
It blows cold. It pours, mingling with ice floes. It hits mercilessly on the weathered cheeks. It freezes in attempts to extinguish it. The repetition of meaningless stories is typical. It circles, it circles abandoned, the last, faded, from that autumn. Greedily under the outer collar, turning the heat into goose. More often, more often you don’t want to wake up in the cold. It’s slippery on the frozen surface, it blows cold. make their way. The mood is unbridled, at an unbalanced gallop, with sharpened horseshoes, with a rubber smile of politeness. Still abandoned, with her own fingers collapsing the roofs of the beginning of comfort, also boorishly cold, indifferent to strangers. By provoking only predatory things in response. Other characters of his closet are for those others, a little more well-mannered, a little more restrained, containing slices of affection. Appearance in the absolute is secondary, until the first sheet, then interest exclusively in the arranged, the presence of inner content.
Stone abodes flash in greetings, with their invented exclusive energy. In attempts to pretentiously change the incompatible, applying the theory of probability to others, puttying the sharp corners of aggression with silence and feigned politeness. The habit of sweeping off the counter exclusively what nourishes at the moment, so maybe it should be? Sucking out the remnants of warm energy, other people’s delights, returning to the silence of the den. Comforting myself with loneliness among the many positive and crystal-shattered on the occasion deeper. As long as there is enough air, climb after the drip with a constant rush of happiness, fun, admiration. I don’t wait any longer. But… I’m waiting, waiting, like a notorious, the last fool of romance. Alternating his vulgarity, kneading on the basis of implanted tenderness. A letter from the past, missed, on the box. Who writes such personal things now? “Initially, I did not believe her, imagine, I did not believe a single word. Smiling at windy hysterics, understanding, he tries to conquer his territory by force, exclusively by all methods. Putting on a fake face made of plastic. He smiled at the explanations, after midnight, barely on his feet, with a broken heel, she could hardly tie her tongue. Hardening, tightening the inner seat belts, holding back the pain at the lungs. Fragments of phrases, stories one after another, repeating each other, not coinciding with the previous ones, it is difficult to absorb lies, requires patience. Stepping on the larynx, in agony, without oxygen, returning in memory, cherishing the period when a piece settled inside, providing unlimited admission, let in a lump of her little. Warm furry hugs, and hell began. Now he could not just watch – he was tired of someone else’s party. Without ceremony in methods, texts, unfortunately, she was disgustingly brought up. Someone has to… Attempts to correct and show immediately, for the sake of cause and effect, to give the opportunity to feel, living, dipping, demonstrating by example. When one-on-one with oneself is clearer and tougher, without pity, on the mechanics. As soon as we are in the environment of loved ones, we allow pity, first of all, to ourselves, and they are in torrents, hail, uncontrollably. By analogy, how painful it is for everyone without exception when dirt oozes with actions, it is not so unfair – crying, tears, screams, the sunset rolls in.”
Slammed. “My friend, a bottle of grape tart and a glass – I will drink red. How are you doing? Alone inside? Does variety shows circle variegated? How tough it is inside. Without words. Happens. It’s quiet at the airport now. Few are in a hurry.”
Smells
Such a mood, I don’t perceive aliens from a different perspective lately. As if pulled out of childhood, breaking pink ones, no longer pulls into the circus. Clowns are no longer the same and do not joke so much, and the jokes are delusional, the outfit is shabby, and I already read inner sadness, there is no energy, they work out the hours, so previously loved. Sometimes you feel sad from new glasses. Developing the negatives of the photos. Share. I am interested in successful cases of perception for the repetition of sensations. Advise. Text, text, requirements, text, text, directing to the desired perception, gradually imposing convenient foundations with rules. Let us take care of the arrangement with expenses, the education of our future ones, and leave the fate of the hunter to the strong.
Irresponsibly trusting, they raise completely different people, imprisoned for their own interests, losing control, falling into hysterics, calling on the strong to impose their own rules. Out of curiosity, touching on the lines of history, the queens raise rude receivers, demolished from the throne as soon as the lion cub gets stronger, securing the receipt of indefinite allowance. in no way compatible with reality. Regular. Axioms. To preserve, to be in sufficient ignorance of thoughts, words, behavior, without trying to delve into the internal, but to use the proposed external, even if it is played for you, is not the point. Receiving tenderness in the moment, soft words with the palm of your hand, paying enough for service, not forgetting to leave a tip, not counting on more. Desires burst out, as before, to enjoy the delights experienced, soaking up energy, exchanges of what is said, lips are real. Exclusively focused on males. And mirror in the desire to be liked. Content that does not carry a pinch of reality, everything is light in statements, but emptiness in essence. Interest exclusively in the brilliant, compliments expressed, presence among luxury. Trusting by mistake. Penetrating, sucking data for analysis, accumulating only to overthrow. The bottom line is that initially no one is affectionate, it’s just that the situation in the moment made you bend the ego as a payment for being next to you – and where to put the predatory? The strongest difference is in the presence, where from ten to fifteen – everything else disappears, collapses, no longer nourishes.
Slammed. “Announced. Pore. Disheveled. Man, the bill, please, the whiskey is also mine. Count faster, boy. I’m in a hurry. I’m hungry. Tastes, smells are not the same. In the shower with hard jets. How are you? What’s new? A little stiffer inside. Stretched. I’ll be glad to see you, as before. I want a change of time. Let’s sit silently, a little. So. It’s surging. And around they are scurrying, scurrying in search of the ghostly. Splashing vulgar. I’m not a stranger to you, am I? Yes, Fool. But not someone else’s? It was empty inside, a little. Washed. This happens to me occasionally, I give up, sink to the bottom myself. Inky emptiness. The silence is dead. Nobody. So scary and calm inside. Relaxed hands, feet in the sand, immersion. Awhile. Pushes me out again. Fly in. Breathe a little fresh into me. Tired. Miss. I want to snuggle silently. Hear? Lips miss you.”
Hanging legs
Rain, snow, a mishmash, changing during the day. The wind is light piercing, the sun strokes with its rays, indulges, flirts with inconstancy. The lips are bright. The tones on the cheeks are styled. Heels are unattainable. A chinchilla is thrown over it. Pedal to the screech of rubber. The bits are completely unscrewed. Move. Sticking to yourself with friends with fake, nodding zero likes, not investing a single bit of energy with honesty, splashing with delight, miring in the fog of your own importance. At the first need for help, renouncing employment, massage, business trips, urgent meetings, global meetings, as empty in content as the
