Thursday, November 11, 2010

What-do-you-call-your-gf?

Handbook of self-destruction. 2. New life

Two - Do not take the name


It is already morning and I do not know if I can stand it.
That is, I can, I know, but I have no desire.
Last night I fell asleep suddenly, do not even remember what I was thinking. Or maybe you `
, the usual things, all the roads I could take and the alternative life that I choose and the various scripts that I could play, but then stay here and let me drag.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to just stop altogether.
Well, last night I tried to stand still.
It is not never been my talent.
He is still sleeping, I peeked out of the corner of the eye.
My right hand is now completely asleep, I feel the only arm to the elbow, as if I had been amputated.
not know his right hand.
But I'm sure that even the left hand is well behaved. My Games
see as the only participant of rude language, usually.
Luckily the nausea is gone, almost a little bit sorry, was part of the character and focus on the physical discomfort distracted me from the psychological.
Ok, spirit and courage.
I get up and go to the bathroom to wash.
making noise.
I can not give voice to my rage, but somehow I want to have the volume up.
When I return to the `I see a dress that is awake and looking at me.
smiled.
I pretend not to see him.
It is too easy, Christ, is all too easy to reduce to some muscles of the face that moves.
Words: a collection of syllables appropriately made let me know that you want, want.
I know that I should give more importance to the facts, but facts are interpreted. It `
, perhaps even words, but not for someone like me who has to Zingarelli instead of the heart.
Ti. I
.
Two words, minimum waste of energy, that `there to interpret?
It is not true. Then I ask if he really thinks, even if the test or if you really want to say `why myself. But

If you do not want to deal should say `why? And if he thinks why is should be willing to hold me? But if you really want to hold me Why then do not say?
And why. Fuck.
I'm going crazy.
I head a song that continues to sing alone, I would chase them, but I should focus on something else, drives out, but if the nail is driving away most of the first asshole? No risk
This morning, we walk up annoying popular tracks.
It is disturbing how, when you can not be happy, feel a pain that you are familiar can be comforting.
I finish getting dressed and almost running away in the kitchen: If you do not see it `will not fall into temptation.
I collect my things and I do not do breakfast, out of tune with my martyrdom.
Shit, I forgot his glasses on the nightstand.
I go back to the 'in the hope that you do not speak, do not say anything, but especially not pronounce my name.
do not use it at all, only when he is very angry, or when they know there is one distance from the bridge, when a diminutive any, would be out of place, almost sarcastically.
But when you pronounce it that way, with the first syllable pressed, crushed them is then dragged around the room is like saying "what the hell are you doing? Eh? You realize?".
And when it comes down to the name, which also is short, my body screams scusascusascusa already and I have a nice try to resist.
take heart and I'd use it to clean the streaks left by my name on the floor, evidence of guilt but not committed complainant atonement.
I do not want. Do not want to need forgiveness.
eyewear, glasses and then I look out the door.
In this new day. Fuck.

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