and I will do evil laughter) but the other half, half serious, of my days is the rather sad. Just as dozens of crappy poems I wrote when my mood was deplorable (-> the word there or I just invented?).
I guess the only thing looking back my twisted little mind is relieved. Find an easy way to escape from reality. Plunging into a different world, where be you who puts the rules. In which the dictates of reason are cast aside to let it flow froidiana part of my mind, opening the way to the forbidden, to all my thoughts and desires to feel frustrated, if only for a time FREE .
Anyway ... tomorrow is another day ... and tonight ... vagabundearé a little more for internet: P
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