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or hop on the right one and derail...

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so what happens if u dont hop on the right train?

must be the aliens!

we is a depressive generation. i mean, like most of my friends. nobodys satisfied, nobodys at peace. lesne de inteles ca im part of this happy gang. i might even be the leader.
wtf is going on? was there something in the milk they fed us? are we all alien experiments? asta ar fi intradevar o ipoteza plauzibila.
the lil green ones came one day and said :"lets fuck up some children. fuck them really well. see just how demented, paranoid and suicidal they can get. that should be fun. bwahahaha".

i do.

I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I just wanted to be your housewife
All I wanted was to be your housewife
I'll iron your clothes
I'll shine your shoes
I'll make your bed
And cook your food
I'll never cheat
I'll be the best girl you'll ever meet
And for a diamond ring
I'll do these kinds of things
I'll scrub your floor
Never be a bore
I'll tuck you in
I do not snore
I'd wear your black eyes
Bake you apple pies
I don't ask whys
And I trys not to cry
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
And it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to be a housewife
Is to be a housewife
'Cause it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to die a housewife
Is to die a housewife

bon soir, gilbert

i-am vazut prima data acum vreo unu doi ani in cismigiu. auzisem despre ei, dar mi-i imaginam altfel. mai simpli, mai urati. but they're not. they are white, and tall, and lonely even when they are not, and emo and in a way human. i mean it. look closely. they have the soft skin, and joints and everything. cei din cismigiu sunt chiar tatuati. lucru care ma prost dispune iremediabil. but recently after walkin pass it maybe a hundred times, ive noticed a new one. lonelier then any other. so i decided i would take him. he would be mine. he looks french. i thought i would give him a french name. maybe jerome, maybe gilbert, maybe roger. so every night i pass him by and say "bon soir, gilbert".

crazyish

vi se intampla vreodata sa vorbiti singuri? i find myself doing that pretty often lately.oricum its an old habit. its not crazy.or is it? adica frate i believe its only natural when u see a kitschishly dressed girl to go "thats not hot".or a cute guy "omg!".or a nice antique house "now thats a nice piece of architecture".or a screaming brat "would u shut the fuck up!". noo...this cant be crazy.u simply cant call me troubled. its just a way of expressing urself when theres no friend around to comment with u.right?right.

am citit "mam hotarat sa devin prost". si se pare ca nu sunt totusi singura care a ajuns la aceeasi concluzie, prezentata de altfel intrun post anterior: beein smart isnt always helpful. ma rog ca personajul duce lucrurile umpic la extrem in incercarea lui de a scapa de aceast defect, e alta poveste. eu nu ma gandisem serios la o metoda de remediere a situatiei, dar se pare ca ar exista. si , strangely enough e reprezentata de un job important, care produce bani, si toate luxurile aferente acestora, si o anulare aprope totala a unei vieti socio- culturale sa zicem. or , si dasta zic strangely enough, cam astea sunt principalele lucruri de care ma feresc eu in momentul de fata de nu se poate. si atunci se pare ca desi si eu si el am plecat de la aceeasi premisa: beein smart dont rly help with ur mental stability, eu ma intrept in directia total opusa. si avand in vedere ca la el a functionat, i wonder where ill get.