not eat your fingers!
(Alex Prager http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/)
I'm in my head, I am. I'm in my head, I am. I am, here I am. Where are you? I know.
Stop asking questions. I surrender. Everyone is silent. It just takes a break this week, because I can not take more. They act like babies it sucks his thumb rather than to eat the fingers, only two possible answers, yes, no, love, love it. I do not think, I do not think I'm not, you do not see me.
That's a challenge or I do not know. I close my eyes, damn, the parasites are still there, my brain is full of interference ... I'm trying to deceive, to wash me with the baby Cadum, I have trouble finding recklessness. I even dreamed that I was skating on gravel. Great, great moment of loneliness, my knees all skinned.
Good, but what do you do when you do not you think? You enjoy life, like bah, it's a good one, is not it a bit too easy? Me because I feel it is the main narrator and I, sometimes actor and spectator, in spite of myself. As if a parallel story stuck to my ass. Obviously, I am more.
I put the head on the belly of my sister, the big protective bubble, the shell through which we listen to the sea I am the heart of the mother, and I mean that of the child. It makes a reassuring thud, they look good both in there. And then I tell myself that the baby still has the unlikely chance of not hearing the big shit with distinction and vulgarity that my ears are sometimes victims.
The other day at the laundromat, that slut, I almost bake him head in the electric dryer. Fortunately, my mind wanders and I remember the ghosts of my girlfriends:
- I want him to take me on the washing machine, but I dare not ask him.
- Bah me it is not practical, we do the laundry at laundromat.
And that's where the mediocrity of daily life can be improved. When a Saturday afternoon, you buy a machine wash at Darty. It is in these moments that the options are all their interest, it is not the time to skimp on a full program with prewash, wringing, drying, ironing, marriage. Take the whole range.
I do not listen to music for the pleasure of hearing the three albums endlessly running loop on my mp3. My headphones are there in case of extreme emergency, distress or the bitch crying children, worst of banality, something of the life that one can hardly escape. "Pass me the salt," all this is not for me. You may say, we will not make a comedy music every time bah ... well c'mon pass me the salt ...
Poor little thing. No, no, do not go out. Do not let yourself be, bikinis have replaced wool tights Monoprix, but it is a delusion, it is still too cold. Take my example, when it hails, I stay at home, in life, always try to take advantage of a lull. Little child, you make the smart, huh. When I grow up I'll be .... Blah, if you think it is also piece of cake. You'll answer me, but he who says that there is, and it would be very timely. What became of my childhood dreams? I wanted to be a butcher.
1. It can happen if I made too shit.
2. Dexter had better watch out.
3. There's only idiots never change their opinion.
This week I met a boy. Hector, one month and a half. I take her in my arms. You, yet you drink the whey, I m'enfile red, white, and a small liquor that does everything happen, promised, I try not to let you down. You vomit for no reason, I, I want more and more instantly. Finally, last night he should not have too much fun to me pat on the back for me to do my rot. You pass from arm to arm, too, since that's it. Jump on knees in speechless pleasure, grimacing in pleasure, yesterday, I was just a body between the arms. We told the next time you know you do not meet again, the question does not arise. I am only enjoyment I had warned this week, I do not think so.
Finally we are quite happy both. Me, I have blue eyes, you get yourself not to think, do not be anxious to see your fingers bleed to force them to eat. We will tirelessly tell you: not eat your fingers! They are miniature, tiny, delicate. I've already caught several doors before I realized they I could serve small snacks, it hurts, but hopefully, it suggests that I really like it.
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