very often, i adore animals. i do.
they mate for life, they do not know how to be in distress, how to betray.
they hunt, but they would never throw a war against it is own kind. never.
it feels bit the same when you are in a cartel. (i just love the word cartel,
obviously it spells another way). you have the same tattoo on the back
of your wrist, back, down your arm and it just means you can not go out.
you can die, maybe. you can cease your being, but never leave. never.
that it is to the point, where i try so hard to look for my business partners.
they ask me, what is making you a good CEO? and i just think, damn you.
i have to consider how much money i want to make, how i love this person,
how good at making profits he is, how unbelievably hot he is and how good
and bad it is to close within your own family. maybe it is better to go outside,
make new profits, i mean we are all rich like hell, but there is always way to expand.
my boys ask me this morning, shining the sarcasm all down those black lines.
hon, you said you were gonna be tremendously happy at your second marriage?
how did it exactly turn out?
okay, i love unicorns.
i learned that sex, war and traumatized disclosure is poor mixed.
i got myself out. it was nasty and bad, bad, bad. it was so wrecked.
but i am good at market.
i should mate with my potential co-workers with grace and for life.
like where nobody can get out before this life circle will finally end.
but i just want to movies, i want to buy that 2mil apartment, i want Mazer,
i want to shut down the front doors and just keep doing that person all alone.
i do not want to choose, somebody choose for me, please, please, please.
sometimes some things are just inevitable.