No. 14

Tomorrow is coming, I need to pull out a spell to prevent it to happen.

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Fashion Christmas (Cut Up No. 4)

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,

we’ve got 3 quick, easy and super cheap

stylish friends,

a bright

party look,

for the

lady in training

a classic twisted pearl,

and for your most fashion

friend

chain-linked

butt.

So whether you’re

perfect

or creating a simple holiday pizza

these Christmas ideas

are

for

you.

Panic Attack

Heart pulsing

fast

stonger

 

Blood running

through my body

 

Fear

Anxiety

Panic

 

My head

my own enemy

 

My body

a mine field

 

My soul crushed

divided in a million parts

 

Alone

without help

inside myself

 

No air

No breathing

fear of dying

 

Exposure to the unknown.

a night like some other nights

Rain

outside

another beer

another girl pass

 

Rain

outside 

and nothing to do

 

Don’t want to stay home

Don’t want to stay here

 

All I want is to find my voice

 

“To drunk to fuck”

that was a good song

 

but I can’t find my voice yet

 

I think next time I’ll tie it

with chains.

Dream (a thought)

There are two worlds, separated only by our mind. We are the door to one and the other. Our selves   travel through this two worlds every night, and every day. This two worlds are the Lucid World, and the Dream’s Realm. The Dream’s Realm is so realistic like the Lucid World, but a lot more fragil. Every night we live differents lives, because the lives in the Dream only last the time that the dream last. Our mind is like a God, creating and destroying every time. The Dream’s Realm is magic, in the way that it has its own laws, but I believe that this magic can be broken, that’s the reason that we can’t remember our dreams, or, in the case of remembering, it looks like if we are looking at them through mist. I’m writing this because I literally live another life when I dream. I expect anxious to go to sleep, so I can travel through the oniric world. Every day, when I wake up, is like I lost something that could never be save again. Maybe my only scape are my dreams. I want them to last longer. I want to stay there, inside them …