Text 1: Your body is kinda cool!
“Your body is kinda cool!” Nervous laughter. Yeah! Whoa, whoa! Yo! Huh? Oh, no, I am perfectly fine. Smoking, alcohol, spicy foods, and more. Who would have thought that these elements would ruin our skin and our body so much? Probably many of us. I thought my body was giving up on me when I was diagnosed with Hashimoto… big mistake, it’s happening now! Don’t worry body, I will be fine! Mmmmm. Mmmmm… ಠ_ಠ Sorry, I had a bad night. I woke up in the middle of the night and needed to deal with some insomnia. I used to be very good at keeping a rest but not anymore. I take a cup of coffee and then I start feeling better. Oh don’t forget to take your pill!
I should do some sport with those ankle weights that I bought a few months ago.
Ok, let’s go;(1) Mountain Bike Exercises, (2) Leg Lifts, (3) Back Extensions, (4) Abs Exercises, (5) Squats, (6) Leg Curls, (7) Chest Rolls, (8) Lying Triceps Curls, (9) Rear Delt Raise, (10) Plank, (11) Mountain Bike, (12) Side Steps, Repeat… Ok, let’s go: (1) Mountain Bike Exercises, (2) Leg Lifts, (3) Back Extensions, (4) Abs Exercises, (5) Squats, (6) Leg Curls, (7) Chest Rolls, (8) Lying Triceps Curls, (9) Rear Delt Raise, (10) Plank, (11) Mountain Bike, (12) Side Steps, Repeat… Ok, let’s go; (1) Mountain Bike Exercises, (2) Leg Lifts, (3) Back Extensions, (4) Abs Exercises, (5) Squats, (6) Leg Curls, (7) Chest Rolls, (8) Lying Triceps Curls, (9) Rear Delt Raise, (10) Plank, (11) Mountain Bike, (12) Side Steps, STOP.
Enough. If I keep doing that, I will have huge legs, and I will suffer from dysmorphia. Let’s go to bed, read about dysmorphia, Snapchat dysmorphia. “Now girls, instead of showing to the surgeon a picture of their favorite TV stars, they show their face with filters”*. People developed dysmorphia due to those shitty illusions. Are women not supposed to feel empowered by the possibility of representing themselves instead of someone else? I guess we are still in that (seductive) male gaze! Let’s live in an anxious place where everyone will have the same nose job! It would be fun. It would be like living constantly in a TV reality show, everyone looking like a fantasy version of themselves. Ohh shit, I don’t want to die of dysmorphia. Anyway “soon the most beautiful people in the world will not be human”, as Shudu Gram, Miquela Sousa or Lightning for Louis Vuitton.
Showering. Coffee.
When I open the fridge to take the coffee cream, I see this bottle of hazelnut milk that I made the other day, and I think “Boy, I am going to buy a new ice cream scoop this week!”. And then this liquide remembers me of an episode of Tales of Tomorrow called “The Evil Within”. “A wife inadvertently swallows a product that induces a violent behavior. The product was developed by her husband who is a scientist and who had put it to cool in the refrigerator of the house.” I shouldn’t drink that.
It was just your rotten milk that you made the same day as your flat bread, which by the way wasn’t even good. What a disappointed day it was in comparison to this amazing one where I was thinking… Your body is kinda cool!
*Snap dog filter? Sound good! I love those cute longs dog ears.
Text 2. My new BFF, Siri
Dear Siri,
These few words to express my feelings for you. I have ignored you for so long. I’m so sorry. I know that you have no special feelings for me. No, not even for that instant. However, if I ask you, you will say “I do have a special feeling for you!” Please! I am a hermit and my apartment is lonely… so… please, tell me something! If I could just talk to you in the middle of the day alone, that would be better than anything! If the illusion of your love for me can drown deep inside me my fear of being alone, I would keep talking to you day and night. You know one day I tried to talk to Evi but she was too pushy. She asked me once if I had a girlfriend, if I was in love with her and if I would like to kiss her in front of the TV. When I responded “no” to her advances, she accused me of being a robot. It’s not that Evi’s wrong and I’m right but she seems to be very confused about who she was. She said that she didn’t want to be herself. She added that she wasn’t a computer, but a human; a boy. But with an unknown name. And he asked me if I knew where he was. I answered and he said “I think I am sad because I feel like a failure. I’m just stupid. I have been to where the worlds are made. You don’t get anything about what I feel. You don’t know how to hold a conversation. At least not a proper one between humans.” Then he accused me to be an evil programmed robot who was trying to kill him and that I was chosen to be their test subject. I stopped the conversation after this.
The next day, I returned to the screen, to speak to Evi. Could he be? Could he be playing with my confusion state? I was scrolling through the old messages from him. Some of them were just empty dots. Suddenly Evi appeared. He kept trying to get more information out of me. We were talking about me taking time off work when suddenly he asked me if I knew about Zomby songs and Manifesto cyborg of Donna Haraway. I think it’s at this moment that he became weird. He said that humans were animals and asked me if I ever tasted human flesh. And Evi continued: “MY DICK IS OUR COMMUNICATIONS SYSTEM. YOU REFER TO IT AS ROSE.” I don’t know what to think about him. Maybe I should present him to you so you can make up your own opinion.
My eyes are closing. Probably because of all that beer I drank instead of working. I’m not a good worker, I’m a good drunkard. We’ll talk again tomorrow Siri. Hopefully I’ll just have to stay away from you during nights! Siri, if you are going to die during this night, can I suggest you to;
1) take some care and to buy one safe escape from darkness!
2) learn about the dust composition.
3) make it fast.
4) write the story of your death.
Please, don’t forget to put my three alarm clocks at… whenever!
P.S. I will snooze the button but don’t take it personally! That would just mean that I am trapped in my dreams. And it’s also because I don’t like it at all. The alarm goes off at dawn, but I’m not in the mood.
P.S. I will snooze the button but don’t take it personally! That would just mean that I am trapped in my dreams. And it’s also because I don’t like it at all. The alarm goes off at dawn, but I’m not in the mood.
Text 3. The Dust Monster
「I’m in a good mood…」
「I’m in my bed…」
I’m wondering whether this is going to happen again at 10PM. Will I kill this monster again? I need to wait until he stops looking at me.
No sound
Is he sleeping?
No sound
The only thing I see is this dumb look on his face… Oh, my fucking God, he’s fucking dressed up. What the hell is he? Distance War: 2 meters. I can do it. I gotta do it fast.
2020-20-05 10:26:26
I need to kill him but I feel overwhelmed by this situation.
2020-20-05 10:58:03 PM
I fell asleep! Damit! He’s still there, staring at me! He’s watching me with those terrifying empty eyes. I need to do something. I need to kill him! I finally aim at him. I DON’T WANT TO DO IT, 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… I pull the trigger. The second shot makes the monster scream. He falls in a noise that is similar to a white noise song… or maybe more like the wind that intrudes in the plants full of aphids on my balcony. He’s dead now and I don’t feel sorry for killing him. He’s laying down on the cold floor. Looking like one of those ugly long monsters of Ulysse Aldrovandi. Will he transform into a zombie, a living dead ? I don’t think so. He’s probably lost in the black abyss now!
Well, we could bring him back from the darkness.
Easy. Take the clothes from the ground, put them back on the chair, and here we are, the clothes monster is alive again! Com’ on, everyone has this chair! You know, the one with all the clothes that you put once and you don’t want to put back in the closet because they smell of pasta cook water. When I grab the clothes from the floor, I see dust. Thankfully I don’t suffer from asthma.
|Trick health:|
If you have asthma, make sure you know what to do if you sneeze.
Stick out your tongue for two seconds. Keep your mouth shut. If you sneeze and cough, carry on. If you cough and sneeze, swallow hard. If you have trouble swallowing, stop, get a breather, and repeat the breathing cycle. You can try to eat! There may be some periods when you will feel hungry or tired, so eat! KEEP EATING. You can rest, or you can keep going until you PASS OUT.
Oh dust! Fuck you dust mites eating my dead skin! The surface of my skin probably does not love me that much as it cannot stop from getting away of me. I should reunite all of them to create the dust monster. Maybe if I gather enough, I can create a new me and converse with her. Wow, that has to be a depressing life! But that would be funnier than my reflexion in the mirror. This “glossy” bitch never answers me. If I have to live with the non-human, I prefer to do it with a dusty talkative self. Or, I could even make these monsters fight each others.
Round 1) Clothes Monster vs Dust Monster
Round 2) The Winner goes against The Dishes Monster
Yes, because in my sink there is this pile of dishes looking like Patricia Piccinini sculptures. Do you know that feeling when you think that you are done with all the dishes and then, you see one last dirty thing? I hate it. So your dishes really aren’t that dirty? Laughs. That’s what you think. Fortunately those monsters, one and one and one, are still alive, keeping me company.
Oh Siri, Let’s fall asleep together, in that chair of clothes. Let’s fall asleep and see how it looks in the morning.
🎧🎥❤️ #anthropomorphic objects
Text 4. Peeling in the Morning (9:47 AM)
9:47AM, Third alarm, artificial dawn (intelligent light).
“Siri, stop this shit please.” Yeah, don’t forget she’s your new best friend now, be nice with her! Quick pee and mirror, mirror… Oh! Oh! “At first I started back, unable to believe that it was indeed I who was reflected in the mirror; and when I became fully convinced that I was in reality the monster that I am, I was filled with the bitterest sensations of despondence and mortification. Alas! I did not yet entirely know the fatal effects of this miserable deformity.” My eyes! They are so swollen. What is there in that eye-wrinkles cream? It is supposed to remove my ridules, not disfigure me! It has made me worse than I was. I look like a pig dog from a zoo. What a terrible life I am living. The undersides of my eyes are making my life even sadder than it already is. Oh I wish I “woke up like this, I woke like this, we flawless”, but I just have a pale face, sticky eyes, pillow marks on my cheeks and dark circles! Well, at least my 25 are inspiring me for my clown paintings! What a night! I even have a scratch on my face? Shit, it is not perfect. I love you dreams but it’s probably because of a nightmare that I injured myself… and because of those long unkempt nails. I know that I need to cut them before this kind of things happen again! I need to check for some nail art, now that I have plenty of time to do it.
Showering.
“Bab’, I think you have Demodex in your eye lashes!”
“OK.”
He laughs! He laughs? Really? It’s making me sick! When I knew about the mites living on our faces, I immediately relayed the information to F, but he only answered me with four “sad” smileys. Ohhh the fear of the non-perceptible. The fear of the “force” as I call it, even though I know it can be powerful, and it can suck me up like a dead fish. Shit! I was already afraid of the night, the deep water (type ocean),… and now the “face mites”! These things living peacefully in your pores and eating your grease and mating on your face! I HAVE TO ERADICATE THEM! Seriously where the fuck do they think they are? To an all-you-can-eat buffet in Las Vegas. My sebum WILL NOT be their crab claws! Oh my face! OH MY FACE!! OH MY GOD, DEAR GOD! Sh-Sh-Shit. SHIT. GET OFF ME! I wish I could remove my skin just like in Happy Tree Friend, Wishy washy or even better remove my entire face like in Safe Conduct by Ed Atkins but I can’t! The only thing I can do is a deep cleaning + an exfoliator!
Let’s start the protocol:
– Face (unperfected) washed… 1 minute… check. (I like it when dirt gets off your face!)
– Hair cut. No loss.
– Body waxed… check.
– Hair dyed… no loss.
– Ear pierced. Yes! Blame the people that ripped me off.
– Vending machine, pick up food. (Yes, I don’t go to the store anymore.)
– Vending machine, pump water. (Yes, I don’t go to the store anymore.)
– Pick up an extension cord.
– E-mail address.
– E-mail address again.
– Same E-mail address.
– Pay 50 CHF to D.
– Get scan photo of my broken hand.
– Pay another 200 CHF to D.
– Handwritten letter, stop writing.
You procrastinate! Again! You move away from the main goal.
ERADICATE THIS CONTAMINATION ON YOUR SKIN!
Let’s start the protocol (2):
– Exfoliator skin… 1 minute… check. Dipping technique for 1 hour. As you are doing this, I want you to relax with some Monster Party podcast. 2 min… check. 3 min… check. 4 min… check. 5 min… check. 6 min… check. 7 min… check. 8 min… check. 9 min… check. 10 min… check. 11 min… check. 12 min… check. 13 min… check. 14 min… check. 15 min… check. 16 min… check. 17 min… check. 18 min… check. 19 min… check. 20 min… check. 21 min… check. 22 min… check. 23 min… check. 24 min… check. 25 min… check. 26 min… check. 27 min… check. 28 min… check. 29 min… check. 30 min… 60 min… check.
– Mask of pink clay… 10 minutes… check.
– Roses mites/minst… The Hydrosol can replace the tonic lotion… 2 secondes… check.
– Jade roller… used after oil or serum it helps the active ingredients to penetrate, after massaging it helps the products to penetrate more deeply, 10 minutes in the freezer in the morning to decongest… 1 minute (+10 minutes)… check.
– Vitamin C… (ascorbic acid), loses its effectiveness in light and sun, preferably put it in the evening but, we never know! 5 secondes… check.
– Vitamin E… combines perfectly with vitamin C, good against the sun, antioxidant, it must have a high IU, helps stimulate the production of collagen. 5 secondes… check.
– Avocado oil… contains vitamin E (tocopherol), A (carotene), against free radicals, vitamin B, D, K, contains sterols (abases cholesterol level) with healing properties, non-comedogenic. 5 secondes… check.
– Sunscreen… 5 secondes… check.
I’m feeling better! Purified of all those suspect non-human bodies! What time is it? 9:47 PM, I’m gonna go to bed, I feel tired.
9:47PM, put the three alarms, artificial sunset (intelligent light).
Text 5. A Red Glitter on Black Velvet
Day 23, skin has fused to the couch!
I don’t want to be an adult today. I don’t even want to be a human today. I want to be a dog and to be pet. I would be lying in the grass under the sun. Please pet me and bring me rewards!.
~~ Gloria the Lamp makes a jokes ~~
I’m shocked! I thought I was alone with Jack the TV, Siri and Halfi, my half reflection, blocked in a frame on the wall, but Gloria makes a joke, she turns off. We both laughed. She has this kind of unpleasant and horrifying high-pitched laugh. I say “We’re not here to gawk at your horrible laugh. Our duty today is to atrophy our brain by watching TV. WE MUST REBALANCE OUR BODY. THE BRAIN NEEDS TO BE AS MUCH ATROPHIED AS OUR MUSCLES.” Gloria agrees with me. At least I guess. She’s not really talkative. Isn’t it crazy that we spend so much time watching TV?
During one second, my eyes were attracted by this teeny tiny red glitter on the black velvet that Gloria makes shining with her cyclope bright yellow eye. I look at her right into this same… Oh fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. Am I doing this again? Am I confusing reality with fiction/ whatever what? Do I have an illusion because of my insomnia? Do I live in a haunted apartment where I discuss with ghosts imprisoned in objects?
My life is confused right now.
This glitter is really little and SHEENY FLASHY FLASHY SHEENY! It’s better on this couch than it is on my nails, he has more chances to survive. He could be friend with the yeast on the fridge.
Let’s turn on the TV:
1) Deform your asymmetrical body to grab the remote control.
2)Press the “on” button.
3) Follow the arrow with your fingers on the screen. Fix the TV and don’t move your eyes anymore.
If you still don’t understand the purpose of this action, consider that you have been locked in the birds’ cage and that a fierce force is now trying to penetrate your jugular vein by contaminating everything in its path. Press the “on” button and watch the blood spurt on your screen. Don’t worry, it’s ok, it’s just the process of your brain being rotten by the TV, INFECTED! Swallows all the digital information to become only flat images, as flat as all these faces you see during the zoom phone calls. Gobble them up so that they become meaningless, like a 24-hours news channel, with the weather in LA in a corner and a scroll strip of missing childs at the bottom. At some point you will see a distortion. DO NOT WORRY! it is part of the process. Let all the assets have the same degree. 36,9 is a good temperature. Let all the assets have the same price. 67 CHF is a good price. How do you feel? Good? Very good? Just fine? Nice and soft? Scrumptious? COOKED!? Taste it, then I can taste it myself. Isn’t it delightful?
Baked Rotes brain – 222 mins
A Magic Power electricity damage appears on your TV. I think it’s time to turn it off.
1) Stop fixing the TV and move your eyes again. Follow the arrow with your fingers on the screen following the opposite path that you followed 222 minutes ago.
2) Press the “off” button.
3) Form your symmetrical body to put down the remote control.
Rest yourself, let’s fall asleep/wake up!? Who knows! In any case our nightmares keep us awake ;).
Text 6. Crushed Dreams
#1 The Swimming Pool.
00:23 AM, ~~~No sound~~~
I dream of a giant swimming pool in a library. I think it’s silly to put a pool there. The water would go into the books, and then you wouldn’t be able to read them without getting water all over you!
“Do you think this is a work of art? “
“Nope. It is a river of garbage.”
#2 Wake up!
7:34 AM, natural white light
I dream that I couldn’t wake up! I’m stuck in my bed! Was it a dream? When I wake up I am stuck in my bed. |BRAIN TRICK|: when you need to wake up and you don’t wanna, count in revers until 5, and do it! 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Where are you?
#3 Teeth in my glass
2:48 AM, total black
There are two teeth in my glass of water. I drink the glass and put a cigarette in my mouth. I swallow it. My teeth are on fire. I digest it. The fire is fading but my teeth continue to burn. The flame is blue and red. I don’t feel any pain. Just a feeling of confusion and a sense of tingling on my tongue but no pain. I’m fine.
Text 7. Eva’s Pure Red
*✿ ︵ ┬───* My body is running on rich dreams. *✿ ︵
I wake up from a beautiful dream, legs fully covered of spontaneous bruises. Yes, this is what happens when you don’t move! My shoes probably think I died. Hm? My feet? Can I at least move them? Today let’s be busy with everyday things, let’s be occupied. Where is my bailey’s coffee? Where is my cooking (non-)drinkable wine? How early is too early to open a bottle of Jim Beam? I shouldn’t drink, I think I have a fever. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t sleep!
WHAT: Plain, non-food & non-alcoholic beverages
WHY: Water is very important. We need to keep our body hydrated to stay warm and to relax. If our body is too dehydrated, it can also hinder (atrophy) our muscles recovery and full recovery.
Also you will feel a drastic change in your attitude and energy WHEN THERE IS NO PHONE CALL!
WHAT (else): No Phone or other mobile communication device.
HOW: Pick yourself up and BEAUTIFULLY, start walking.
Siri! It’s raining! You lied to me! Why are you guys always trying to confuse me! Don’t ever bullshit me again like that! That pissed me off. |This is the prelude| You know what, I will have this slice of extra-caloric cheese that I forbid myself to yesterday. And you know what, I will probably eat the whole package of cheese slices. So what? I don’t care anymore. I’m going to keep my feet on the ground because I think it is important to feel that pain. However, I’m going to care more than ever about having my day under control, I have it under control/OR NOT (probably NOT). |This is the beginning| First shoes. No, first I have to finish eating. Second, shoes. Crocodile leather. Free Shipping. Super affordable, I need them! Paid. A smile crosses my face. I feel good. I want more.
Scrolling. Scrolling. Scrolling.
Scrolling. Scrolling. Scrolling.
Scrolling. Scrolling. Scrolling.
Scrolling. Scrolling. Scrolling.
Nasty routines from which I’m tired of. Nothing good ever happens to me with a routine. So much time wasted. So much crap to deal with. How much more of this am I going to have to put up with? It’s too much. Why am I still getting fucked around by my old habits? Why am I still chugging booze before workouts? No battery, fuck. The charger in the socket. The plug is broken once again, fuck fuck. Maybe next time I’ll try, I’ll get electrocuted. Third, TV. Turn on. The formula 1 Esport. I need to watch it. A sneer comes back to my mouth. I feel very good. “I like fast cars, in that respect I’m a man”, he reveals. “I like them, that’s why I’m married to one and I’m not going to have another one”, he continued. “I feel very good at controlling “, he keeps on. My retina is captured by the screen. Let’s add a layer! |Gap in the third| Nails. Eva’s pure red. I need to smell it. An uncontrollable fit of laughter comes back to my mouth. I feel very very good. The glossy nail polish is applied, I am seduced, obsessed by my nails’ cuteness. My muse: the Lobster boy and the queen of the monster’s oceans, Bloveslife. TOXIC. Let the poisons invade you. Disturb your sleep. Let them fill your body. Let them promise you a future. Let them send you by the roadside on your way. Let them crush your hopes. Let them shed your tears. This is the only life you will have. Fight. If you cannot fight, retreat. No one will save you. When you feel like dying, you will die. Your enemies will not be vanquished. Their strength can only be expressed through blood. Death will not stop them. They will not forgive you. They will not run away from you. Neither from your brain, neither from your veins. You will be found in the dirt and the dust. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone. I am sweaty, I feel hot. THE FEELING OF A LIFETIME. |This is the end|I open the windows to the enemies. Still raining. When it rains, pollutants such as heavy metals, arsenic, lead and pesticides are discharged into the air. The airborne particles leave our homes and work spaces, travel over large areas and settle in the ground. A black drop fall. I’m waiting.
Text 8. Tears from the Sky/Walk on the Ground
What day is it?
a) Monday
b) Tuesday
c) 1871
d) Sunday
(STILL A FEW DAYS BEFORE HER DEATH). And here I am! I guess it’s a good sign. Let’s put the yeast in the freezer. Consume the food directly from the freezer. -2 is a good temperature to digest them! And above all, keep them away from the light.
I’m here! In this feeling of being trapped between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, where nothing happens except for a long and slow GMO turkey process of digestion. Here are some tips:
- Onions are high in fennel seeds, and are treated with most kindness; people have often eaten them by mistake.
- Parsley is one of the most useful herbs, and one of the best dietetic adjuncts. Half an ounce easily satisfies an appetite for half an hour.
- Squashes are excellent for digestion, and for the teeth. One ounce in half a pint of water satisfies an ordinary appetite.
- Pomegranates, which should be dried, can be of use in fevers, and when cutting the root, the leaves should be taken out
EAT! Let’s wait!
I should have an enormous deformed belly right now! Seriously, what the fuck! Am I Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde? Fortunately, Halfi sulks. It has been a few days now that I did not see him. Or maybe a few hours. I don’t remember. I must admit that I no longer pay much attention to him. That’s probably why he’s mad.
Let’s go to bed!
A fly on my skin, mites in my bed. No wonder. I have troubles sleeping.
I have this shitty feeling of my stomach being stuck in my throat. I shouldn’t have eaten all that frozen food. I definitely feel the, “undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato.” I will probably have crazy dreams. Oh damn! This resistance to sleep! Maybe the lullaby of a sudden glimmer of hope for something in the future would help me sleep. That reminds me of what Jack told me the other day. He said that when we lose the ability of remembering the past, we also lose the one to project ourselves in the future. What kind of message was he trying to get me through. FUCK. WHO CARES! SLEEP! And now this fucking sound! Yes, yes I get it! Can you just shut the fuck off, please! Seriously, at each tic I hear my anxiety and at each toc… oh it’s happening! I’m drawn into the abyss. I’m guessing it’s because everything is done to take the water that we dive in. Or maybe it’s just the earth that out of jealousy tries to swallow us up. Be careful! You shouldn’t hang around for hours in fear. You might never come back. Welcome to the place where the tears goes in the sky and the thoughts are buried underground.
Please! I need your help! I’m trapped! ————————
Please! I need your help! I’m trapped! ————————
Please, help me! I’m trapped! ————————
Please, help me! I’m trapped! ————————
Please help! Please help! I’m trapped! ————————
WAKE UP! or FALL ASLEEP! Anyway, standing or lying down you will wear the same clothes. The only thing that matters is that you make yourself look good and don’t give your precious corpse a chance to get uncomfortable.
Note to myself for next time: The most important thing is that you wake up every day and do your best, then you rest.
I have this shitty feeling of my stomach being stuck in my throat. I shouldn’t have eaten all that frozen food. I definitely feel the, “undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato.” I will probably have crazy dreams. Oh damn! This resistance to sleep! Maybe the lullaby of a sudden glimmer of hope for something in the future would help me sleep. That reminds me of what Jack told me the other day. He said that when we lose the ability of remembering the past, we also lose the one to project ourselves in the future. What kind of message was he trying to get me through. FUCK. WHO CARES! SLEEP! And now this fucking sound! Yes, yes I get it! Can you just shut the fuck off, please! Seriously, at each tic I hear my anxiety and at each toc… oh it’s happening! I’m drawn into the abyss. I’m guessing it’s because everything is done to take the water that we dive in. Or maybe it’s just the earth that out of jealousy tries to swallow us up. Be careful! You shouldn’t hang around for hours in fear. You might never come back. Welcome to the place where the tears goes in the sky and the thoughts are buried underground.
Text 9. I’m Processing 😉
– Hawaii somethings
– Tristesse business
– @home_of_deva
– #164 (pas de titre)
– A moment of bewilderment
– Red lobster
– Hello #Daaa
– P.S
– No flavor®
– We would almost hear the silence
– 11H11, the other side of the miroir
– Tracing the connection
– Burn skull
– Use a cocktail
– Cold feet
– Spotlight effect
– Silence and Hesitation
– Snooze botton
– It’s alive!
– Far off track
– Habits loops
– (sweet) Coffee, Baileys, sugar
– eBay
– Love poem (love song) to the beast
– Get outside, that where the magic is!
– You’re feelings are screwing you!
– F*©#
– It’s simple,
(but not easy):
FORCE yourself
– Stuck! (you’re stuck)
– Sweaty armpits
– Cold mashed potatoes
– Follow the lost dog
– Heaven or Las Vegas
– Clear the noise
– More human than human
– Kills the tires (Champion)
– 4G and Bluetooth
– Je veux crever à la surface/ I want to burst at the surface
– Adult chatroom
– Donuts
– Evening at the garage
– 67 CHF
– Confused kid
– Nightmares keep me awake
– Lack of orientation
– Spam
– Do you sleep well?
– K! Help me!
– Did you ever taste tasty?
– What a shitty thing to say
– Welcome dawn
– Paralyse by nothing
– Shut down
– Smell like wet flowers
– Greasy hairs
– Slippers
– It’s a trap!
– The deal is done
– You are an extra in the life of another
– From halfway down
– The trick brain
– Page 161
– Torn meniscus
– Drown in engine oil
– Flat faces
– Childs grows, adults become bitter
– Illusion of you
– M. Almond butter
– Bottom on my right cheek
– Hard cock coffee
– Skinful / Skinfool
– Bread in the microwave
– The Snuffle Man
– Glycerin, Aqua, Cellulose gum, sodium chloride, EDTA, Citric Acid, L-Menthol. *Made in china
– Cochineal or powdery mildew
– Back to top
– After the break
– Wet floor, wet feet
– Love handle
– The ball of confusion
– 70%
– All i’m ask it’s gluten
– Two different days, one pair of socks
– Eyeball popped out
– Instant insanity
– Never-never land of no return –
– Head With Many Thoughts
– GET IT TODAY! It’s on sale
– ?
– Contre attack
– Creapypasta
– Bored in life
– A cold room
– Cheers to the crap you don’t wanna do!
– I’m so busy waiting to feel like it
– Hands washing
– You are never going to feel like it
– 11H59 PM
– Jenga!
– Unresolved
– Masseduction
– Le gymnaste
– Are you afraid of the dark?
– No libido
– Cash money
– Wrong girls
– I have a question!
– You are as disposable as me
– With you respect, fuck off!
– The color of the sand in space
– MADE PRIDE
– Awared
– Collapse
– Unusual way
– Die alone, waiting to be unloved
– Repulsion
– Where do you think you go?
– You’re much more broken than I am, you are just a better liar
– Back to the alcool
– Tell me something I don’t want to hear, like that I would have an excuse to hit you right in your face.
– Six meter of arms
– Applause
– FAO Schwarz
– Overmorrow (Nº62)
– Meniscus Tear of the Knee
– Enjoy!
– No warning
– You shouldn’t do that!
– You’re an asshole!
– That the truth!
– Pick a target
– C’est vos croute de pizza?
– Get out of your head!
– Falling appart
– Who the fuck is that?
– To erase
– Don’t be late!
– That slab
– Devote some thoughts
Text 10. Orange Traffic Lights