tele-transportation

Wouldn't it be super nice if shooting yourself in the head would be a sort of tele-transportation?
Imagine in the middle of a conversation instead of saying "it's nice to meet you but i really must be heading home now", you say, "it's nice to meet you but i really need to shoot myself in the head now".
Then you are away for a month, god had one day off but im not god, as far as i know, so i need more time.

nite out wish in den-mark

Interesting night, with interesting talk, the type of night that reminds that some nights are worth it.
talking about things that interest me with people with same interests.
good. its a pity i'm usually reminded friends can be a good source of egress paths but they also largely jeopardize ingress routes.
Either way, Brazilian cinema is not lack of talent but lack of fair distribution. that's the balance for the nite.
ah, and the guy with  nice blue eyes from which i pulled a cinderella.

Schools

Schools should teach people how to be more exciting , so humankind wouldn't need to commit suicide constantly.

Organs

My brain is so nice, or so i think it is why cant it takeover my heart that old scum.

Safety

I'm usually not into safety. Safety is boring, boring, boring, boring. Gotta jump into things. But I'm not either looking forward to putting into risk my two favourite organs: My heart and my brain, In that order?

Wash-out

everyday i wash the city away from me, and the water, it better be dirty, otherwise i will get mad,
mad as hell, you know hell? so yeah mad as that..

lliure

its not the first time i walk home and i pass it walking further,
its just cause its sooooooooooooo good to walk home.

it was cold, it felt like london, i was in london for a bit, the city i so much loved, so dearly loved and  left it
because i was bored or i was sorrowed i once left, but the love stays hidden somewhere. its a neighborhood
in a big big city,a neighorhood  you hardly visit anymore but its still there, one day you might have to
go there for some random reson.

now i have fallen in love with this new city, walking home, it always feels like the first time, a virgin look.

i always appreciated going back home after party. sometimes i have friends with me. but honestly
speaking i rather do it alone. with my own OST. today it was roam around the world (b52's).
but you dont know me has been a main character before, and stranger as well, im old fashioned i guess.

on the way i realised one thing, i passed by the rent place i made deals, the shoe repairer i repaired
my boots and the supemarket i usually buy food. was i almost home? was this getting home?

anywho, still there was a parking lot and the sign said : lliure

black

he had a big volumous black hair, and smiling darkissim eyes looking at me with a bright smile.
with the yellow shirt, from the distance, he felt like home,  and i felt acompanied in that crowded place.
eventually i aproximate but getting there he wasnt home anymore, maybe home was already something else.