Raw Diamonds What To Look For

The music jams, mp3 player goes out, and everything goes its own way.

precisely, by how long have not I write?
No, I do not write write. I write write .
Do not 'throw a few words on the cross, we slip a few commas here and there, a couple of adjectives and an elevated point'. Rather, I still like the definition that I gave at that time - this summer - that 'I let flow a part of me somewhere else where it is not now'. And
be 'the last Once I remember I did a similar thing was the end of July, August and then it was because I had to leave, and then remember to cast a line without really even thinking about it much, and he delivered a little 'eye, which was later and there was little and I sleep and I playing and hoped never to return, to stay somewhere that is not here.
... so, six months have passed since then and are still here. Appearance. I do not know everything, and it is nerve-wracking wait to wait to pass something - anything - because you need to understand and you have to talk and talk and talk. Enough to get drunk and get drunk the other, to lose the thread and start another, as from what you did yesterday, what is the favorite color of your dog, the last sad memory you have, How much is a wonderful world around you.
It's a little 'how I'm doing now, but this is a small schifettuoso (?) Surrogate. Writing is much, much better.

And nothing. It was just an introduction made at random, he had to go in one direction but which has instead pushed his legs on the opposite side. Even the words turn against me, now, this information anarchy of thoughts.
was to say that I do not want to do anything, and I have no desire to have no desire to do anything, and I hate not to should have had no desire to do anything.
It is a period ... boh. I do not want to do anything. I do not know, sometimes there is always a bit 'so. What I do not want to get out of bed, put his head out, have breakfast, put on his clothes, the impact with the cool of the morning, and people in the bus stand all the noise that the mp3 does not work curse and swear you fall arrivals do not know if you would like to go or to stay there for the rest of your days, between those four walls off-white.
So ... mh maybe try to change their lives. That is, one not. Maybe take my hand and nothing else, here.

and start writing about 'The Almost', which - who knows how ever - as the theme interests me somewhat.

Nothing, then.


Treats, Mayumi