went out . it was like a high school reunion of zombies. my old friend's crack face, broken voice, yelling at the dogs, talking talking talking saying nothing. emptyness and decay. and I looked at them just trying to recollect, why how did i love all this so much, and now makes me want to run away. unable to look into blank fucked up pupils, afraid i'll recognize a part of their attitude in my eyes
afraid that they are me.
I loved them because I am lost into a different process of self distruction, my brain eating my brain, unable to give myself rest
or excuses.
I loved them because they were just fictional characters, with huge comic or tragic capabilities, and this wasn't their real nature at all, it was just because I needed to live in a universe made of extreme and magnificent people, as my life was an epic poem.
afraid that they are me.
I loved them because I am lost into a different process of self distruction, my brain eating my brain, unable to give myself rest
or excuses.
I loved them because they were just fictional characters, with huge comic or tragic capabilities, and this wasn't their real nature at all, it was just because I needed to live in a universe made of extreme and magnificent people, as my life was an epic poem.
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addae:
I've never been weak at some point in my life. I'm weak in aspects of my my life. My weakness my fears is something that will never end. When you try to live your life without weakness you will fear that the weakness will resurface when you try to live without fear you will always doubt that your fear has been defected. It never ends because it never really began.
kiara:
ho l'influenza 
zto malizzimo .......devo comunque stare in studio oggi pome arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
zto malizzimo .......devo comunque stare in studio oggi pome arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh