prayer

technology against me again?

oh no, please

forget my name, forget that i exist!

*god is a server

weirdness

how many time can you spend hugging a box?*

*a lot.

**never said it was normal

-

ok, i'm agree with the sentence: "you are what you write",

but the point is this: if i have no idea about what to write (like it happens to me in this moment) and i'm not even able to write a word, does it mean that i'm nothing?*

*so, molko was really so right? (?)

without

if i were brave enough i could write that nothing here (in this blog) has sense without you.

but we all know perfectly that i'm a complete coward who is not able of writing a thing like that.*

*thanks jesus that nobody is reading (this blog) right now

singme

dont get me wrong but i guess that when rorbert smith is singing the song: "high", he is not talking about being in a high place, for instance a tree or a tall building,,,

i think that he is talking about something completely differente....*

*when i see you high as .... lalala lalala lalala la

pink

because it is said that things in life depend on the colour that you see them.
and finally "je vois la vie en rose"*

*mercie, mercie ray ban (?)

teacher

nevergonnalearn*

*educate me

600

six hundred beats

six hundred written stuffs from this side of the world to the other

six hundred ocassions for writting and saying what i dontknowhowtosay

*just this... "*" this i mean

sol

if i were a cat i could play with a wooden ball like this.
but i'm not a cat and this is not a wooden ball
i'm a cut (?)

* i will battle for the sun, sun, sun, sun, sun

days

i dont know why but i have this sensation that this tuesday is in fact a monday.

i mean, this point about changed days, about tuesdays that are not tuesdays could be extended to another things of my life. so february could be march and this year could be another and people could be animals.

and probably i'm not me anymore. i have the strong sensation that i must be isadora duncan or maybe humprey bogart

fan

this is the only kind of oasis that i like*

*i'm so but so bad (?)

doors

everytime that i stand in front of one of those automatic doors that get opened when you are in front of them (ok, i confess it, i dont even know the name that they have) i feel scared.

the reason is because i suppose that the doors get opened when they feel that someone is standing there. it is like if they were able to perceive your soul.

and what about if one day the door doesnt open when i'm there? and what about if i dont have a soul anymore and this sensitive door finds it out?*

(these must be the real doors of perception)

*the souless girl, how tragic (?)

¿

but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn't ask *

*what a pitty

runaway

i've been pressing my fav key for a while, but it seems that it doesnt work

because i'm still here...*

*would you be so kind of telling me where is the exit?
**better said: is there an exit?

knowledge

to be

&

to give

love/hate

editor

copy-paste*

i want a life like this

*and maybe any "cut" would be necessary too

always

*

desert

eyes-cream *

*if you think i'm sweet, then taste one of my eyes (?)

trash

i know a girl, a girl called party*

*i think i know what she wants

**trash music (?)

¡

when i was a little girl i had four imaginary friends

and a fifth one,

but he was invisible in fact