Maybe it's alive

I eat hearts for breakfast

"Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary."

— Oscar Wilde

I'm obsessed with the Doors

Where is my mind

 

    “I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

― Virginia Woolf

                      

 

                   I keep listening to the same songs, walking the same path and looking in the same mirror.

The people keep me going, they keep life interesting. But when the world falls silent, I can only see static.  I'm an addict of the stimulation of people and experiences. Loneliness kills me. The everyday parade of stationary people and movements kills me. How do people deal with the mundanity of life? I loathe the monotonous of this game. I need stimulation.

 

    In a way, I rely on people for that, stimulation. Interesting experiences. 

    Life is a weird thing, I just want to break the TV screen and see life fully again. I need to reconnect with myself I think. Go on a bus and find myself in the worst places.

 

 

The 5th of November

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent

To blow up the King and Parli’ment.

Three-score barrels of powder below

To prove old England’s overthrow;

By God’s providence he was catch’d

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holla boys, Holla boys, let the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

And what should we do with him? Burn him!

He has that je ne sais quoi

A weird twisting road

I’m not stupid, I just act stupid. When I was younger, old acquaintances used to treat me like I was

the dumbest person. I never fully had the chance to express my views and fully articulate things.

As a result, I started acting stupid, Always underestimating myself and never really trying. I

stopped caring. I started treating myself like a joke. The people I’m surrounded by care so much

about IQs and being better than you that you stop trying to compete after a while. I like to annoy

these people. I annoy them by being literal and ditsy, fully becoming the dumb blonde. It’s funny,

It’s like a game I play. How pissed can people get at me? No one’s every really given me the

chance to act any other way. I understand things, I would dare say I’m decently intelligent.

Maybe that’s why I play this game with people.

It’s fairly easy to mess with people, to manipulate people. I know it’s easy, so I don’t do it, unless

I really want to. I’ve always felt like I’ve had a strong disconnect with others. Likewise, I see

others as things to watch, things to analyze. It’s fun to pick apart emotion, to never see them as

fully something. I’m probably not a psycho, I just watch.

“Brains are an asset, if you hide them.”

― Mae West

The owls are not what they seem