recalling her childhood, she now appreciates the human labour and even rice, which is often thrown out in restaurants.
I’m used to silk only and can not do anything about it. And now I’m used to diamonds, I’m just drawn to them. So, in continuation of the fact that the angels exist, yesterday I got 102 bills, but on the contrary, as always, a bottle with number 12 (twelve-year cognac or, perhaps, a whiskey). I do not remember. It does not matter. But it seems that only this number love me. Something in the last days I lost track of time. For me, there is no night and day. After all, the night turns into a day, and he surrenders to the night.
The birthday of the writer, with whose books I communicated in awkward moments, is also December 12.
My favourite is always with me. When I feel good and when it’s terrible. When I alone drink my favourite coffee at Starbucks or when we drink wine with friends. Or when we rush with furious speed on the High Way. I understood why I could only live in this city. He loves me, and I love him.
Again, on December 12, we drank champagne early in the morning. That’s how the morning should begin.
I can not say that I loved more – a man or a city.
We went to a professional massage for $ 100 per hour, and after that, I slept for 2 days. To be honest, I’m just a bit different from a homeless guy who does not have anything, but he’s at least tied to nothing. Nothing disturbs him, he has no responsibility to either the family or the society, he does what he wants. I realised that there was fraud around me. Your branded dress in the store for one and a half, or even three thousand dollars, and the net cost of it from a hundred. The rest – to pay for the pleasure of the owner of the store and the designer of the thing. And if it’s nice to tear up a T-shirt on yourself – here are your designer clothes. And the food in expensive hotels? A kilogram of rice costs less than one dollar, and for how much will they sell you one plate, putting, also, a couple of shrimp? But a person is happy that he can afford to be rich. We are all consumers. Yes, consumers. I’m included! I am a consumer as well! Sometimes I run away from my apartment, so the things in it for some reason press on me. Recently, I do not even wear jeans.
In addition to music and air, I do not need anything yet. You know, I left my job, as I said. Just tired of sitting every day in the office, where I did not have enough air. Now I watch TV shows. I go for walks in the parks, and sometimes – for the most famous art projects. It’s good when you do not have a job and have time to sleep peacefully, rather than force yourself to achieve the goals.
I think I love him. But I would have lived with him. I was ready to work and achieve success with him. For some reason, he wants me to find a business that I like. He said he would provide investment for the project. But you know, I want everything.
To achieve it myself, and make him is proud of me. We have to dream and struggle for our dreams!
Often, when he works at his desk, I sit down on his lap, and he shakes me and hugs me. The day before yesterday we went to the club. They ordered champagne for fifteen hundred dollars. But after all the drunk I vomited. To me already it became ridiculous. Why do we drink? It is clear that the mood rises and there is a sense of flight. But after? And imagine, if you were a homeless person? Wouldn’t it be work, food, housing? Anyway, I would have lived somehow. Sometimes I also live without a penny in my pocket.
I’m going to meet a friend at the airport today, which we often rave about. And the day before yesterday I bought myself a coffee maker and a bathroom. Soon, I think, I’ll order a bedroom and a beautiful box to put my diamonds into it. Sometimes, when I rage, I throw them away. And he still buys new ones. Well, there is love. It’s just that sometimes I get bored with all this. I decided to be a volunteer and go to Africa to live there for more than a year. Not to be spoiled. Everything is straightforward. I registered on the site to devote a year of my life to volunteer work. But, it seems, they do not need a volunteer. For the full complex began to learn the Turkish and French language and learned to dance. Well, okay, the year has passed, the purification has turned out to be complete, but I’ll tell about it later. I remember the days when I drank Dom Perignon and smoked cigars in splendid solitude, and sometimes with him.
Again thoughts about death came. What will become of my body? Warm? With the world? Dancing penguin – that’s what I turned into today. In the dancing penguin!
Sometimes it’s so relaxing to sit in the dark. And that no one was around. I remember my childhood, the taste of apples and cherries, the rustle of leaves from the wind. Now either the music in the headphones or the noise of the city. I began to forget how the ants scurry back and forth, began to forget what life is. Often the space of streets is so stifling that I want to escape to the forest or to the mountains, where only grasses, goats and me. Yesterday we went out with him again to walk and drink.
She remembers the ant, whom the five-year-old girl wanted to crush with small fingers. Probably, she often did this when she was little. Childhood will come back soon only you will go towards your childhood. Sometimes it is ok to be a child neither than the adult.
Conversation mine with Right.
– I’m not for you.
“I tried to forget you.”
“Try again, forget it.”
– As you can see, nothing happened.
– You can afford anything, but not me. – The creature.
– I miss you.
“Shut up and leave.”
“I do not need you, believe me, I can manage.”
– I have no doubt.
– See you in another life, or, when I die,
Send me roses.
– I want us to be together, I want to enjoy to wait for your beauty, your eyes, I want to see how you smile, I want to feel your smell, touch your body, caress you, I want to explore the touch of your lips. I do not know what is happening to me.
That’s how they swore.
God has presented a woman’s body and a masculine character. One with another is not particularly combined. But if there were no male character inside, then a long time ago this fragile outside of the girl would not have existed.
In a dream, I often get into the Second World War, where I am a five-year-old girl, who was given a piece of bread. And I usually walk around the collapsed buildings. And sometimes I get into the future. There I saw either robots, or drones, without legs, but with a human face. Do they have a soul? I do not know.
How delicious the rain smells and how pleasant it is on its own! You need to try it, and only then can you understand this. What happiness – to stand in the rain without an umbrella!
– I do not want to look into his eyes, he exhausted my strength and my confidence.
– What do you want most of all?
– I missed the family, and on it, I want champagne.
“He
