that sucks ... I swear I will not touch alcohol, the more my guts for a very long time ... it is better not end up like Bridget Jones ... you better be aware of their own shit ...
Last night I split the world, perhaps ... with a gin and lemon in a sex on the beach body I felt already grow there at Grace, a little reassuring warmth that usually, for good or evil, know how to comfort me ... but with that hideous dress that rose continuously, the anxiety that they were already rippling hair and the slight ache I could not even head to be myself, to make casino on ... I was just an idiot trying padded his eyes in search of a mole do not know what ... sure if he came I would run away ... or maybe not even there ... but I talk to has had the decency, now I say, not to present ...
we started ... and the enthusiasm in the car passed slowly ... we'll go and what the fuck do I? Take me sick all night and just wait ... wait ... we enter the table costs a mistake, I already run for a while ... maybe I was better, but the fleeting illusion of a sudden change after I destroyed with lemon gin gin of gay, pure spirit ... not to mention the cuba Paul, a 34 year old idiot that I blossomed into happy face ...
I got up, staggered ... defamed the dirty thirties who they tried ... I tried to dance but among the lights, music, everything was going terribly ... I laughed of course, but that slight melancholy to dance with me each step, as in the dream of a midsummer night ... and go to the bathroom, take a ride ... familiar faces, the idiots of all time ...
night away ... but it is not at all 4 are sprawled on the sofa on which side was gold ... I just keep talking with the world (not saying what we know ...) to dance to the beat walk to Paul ... they want to go away ... and who cares .... for hand to hand Gaia among the people, avoiding eye horny, Toccata, "Hello Beautiful" and much more ... finally we go out, on the sea ... a bit of fresh air ... walking: one foot after another, one two, one, two, to the parking lot ... and while I speak alone (they said), I repeat I do not know what ... Piero, my preferred parking, it gives me good night ... and in the car because I go into a coma ... I wake up in the Gaia in search of the keys ...
At home, wow ... it's good to be back at that hour, when everyone is asleep ... just the house, she is an accomplice of your madness: he always knows what time you come back, and as no shoes ... , on all fours ... take what you drop like a mother would do: the bag, the shirt, the keys ... and takes you to read my little house ... yes ... she is always there for me. .. knows my every secret, every tear, every outburst, every illegal call, every phone call yet ... shut up ...
are in bed ... but I do ... I turn around constantly, as I have a fever ... I'm hot, sweat, and something in my head I crush, press, not even knock, knock, stronger .. . will not let me stay a moment and pick up the phone ... boh ... and then I think, I think of everything ... I think of him, then that asshole ... suddenly I have the chills, I curl up .. . I do not know ... I went on until 11 o'clock, in full frenzy ... with the disgusting taste of gin that I inflamed throat, and made me vomit ...
I open my eyes: a brothel .... the phone is thrown to the ground, the clothes are everywhere .... I get up, I do not know ... I got to the bathroom ... I do ... I go down, there in the kitchen Mom ... pick up the phone ... oh no no ... what the fuck cazzo.no I've done yet? possible that I do not do right? should not be so ... no ... always ruin everything. ..
E 'afternoon, and the head is still a train station, a continuous roar, the smell of the brakes ... thoughts come and go, but without any order, at times clashing ... I can not put them in row, as a time ... this time we will think for themselves ... If I had my way I could take the world now, putting an end to this horrible torment that haunts me ... some people in trouble you put yourself, and complains ... and who, like me, it always gets in the ass for the mess of others ... sometimes I think things are so simple, that life serves up to us a silver tray occasions, the way out ... but really prefer to feel bad .... we cling to the greedy beast that is the will, We are never complacent and we end up with nothing ... just be wandering shepherds, travelers. .. In the end we will have seen the world of course, but my heart is empty and rootless ... we have our refuge, our home, we feel alone and lost in that universe "experience" ... mourning the small garden ... and other life wanting to die ... realize they were just passing in the past (/ wasted ..)...
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