only in movies you always have the last spare bullet.
the harsh reality is made of osteopathic visits, IVs and in-skin ions.
dreaming about waking up in Four Seasons Hotel in Casablanca.
or drinking cuba libre somewhere in Port of Spain. aw, Caribes..
the good news sound like,i might be the hell of a lot of things.
but at least, i did not cheat myself into college. (long time ago)
for me it`s insanely unreasonable, how you can cheat your skills.
per se, i can not shoot a shit (did not make that laser thing on eyes),
but perfect in tactics. if i go on the front row to shoot, likely all of us die. w
it is really important to define, where you could actually belong.
this no fun to climb yourlsef to be only someone`s third wheel.
i might have a lot of money now, but how matearistic abyss keeps
denying your integrity. nah, man. that is not something, called worthy.
...
it took me one life to become able to submerge myself into something,
apart of my own. he used to say, that one day the curtain would fall.
and that sublime, hideous, malice, morbid, carved soledad of mine will be off.
that princess had a lot of pride, but this queen has a lot of scars now.
it`s ten years now, O.
i would never forget.