stigmata

why o why, because there needs to be some kind of a title, and lately i have been going nuts with this itch incredible right there in the middle of my hands, pressure point, but i do feel quite calm and even people tend to notice , but i have reasons to be nervous, gavernment wise i only have developed a way to forget about it a little too easily.. so i am back where i belong for now, well i will one day agree to my own future history an dgo back endlessly to the sea, but as for now i am not quite fed with my beloved city , dear Montreal, you are sugar easy in my mouth after the bitter taste toronto has been surrounding what i had no other unfortunate choice but to see.
but i don't stay well often in the place i cannot feel it becoming a playground for older child in need of charming city. so i came back just on time, for soon to start the weekend of my own quebecoise fierte. sweet better we even have visitor soon on their way from the anglo land to our french territory. but hell as much as i am enjoying my return it has been electrified in terms of our kind of personal sweets, the kind of taste you gotta be ready to get back on to your feet if you want to survive the days to come your way. money they say was there to be burnt, but luckyly i have not been alone watching the fire pit going in deep side our minds.
i feel home and i like the respect, grandiose of our sometimes broken identity, judged are the junky of intensity, the ones who choose to walk through the day with this pressure in blood strains, you might believe for a second this is reality, but no, indeed that is what we wanted , to create our own imagery, scenes and the time line in front of me, i am telling you , it's o.k. if you want to step in it's way, only you have to be ready to give it hell of a play. to make them believe you are standing straigh more then they say. just breathe for a second, let yourself go easy at first, it takes times to be able to rollercoaster up and down the day without dropping peices of your to be always reborn identity.

so.. i have more to say, but my friends i have not seen in a long time are still awake and we got to catch up the sun together while you are there in dreams, we speak in a verite only la langue des fous comme nous sommes restee eveillees, pour voir encore une fois le jour se lever..