je suis margoooo... there was no photo of me here , so i found this one. its halloween for long . i adore this face of mine, i wish i could wear those colors more often. alter-egos you shall not forget about. i dream of more people with face as insane as this one. no need of reality . but you have to create time like this.
it's sunday, a real day off, where you wish you could be more busy. you could be, there is just no strenght in my legs, my mind is quiet but too much circles in it , floathing in between clouds. and i blow circles with cigarettes, more cigarettes, ate good food. drink red wine.. music. i want to converse with someone interresting. i am in denial with the great ghost that lives in my house, i tried to read in order to avoid them. but things are slow today, nothing last, you cook yourself diner but too soon it's over, the minutes are riding the clock in reverse psychology, making the ours more empty. but you did a lot. you want more. sometimes it feels so good to do such little things. but right now i want interraction, with someone. listen, watch, even spy in a lovely way. i could listen to you play guitar. i could get drunk but that wouldn't change thing, i rarely loose my senses. no matter how far i try to get out of my mind, ill always be one with it. i want tomorrow to come, but falling asleep is outta question, i need something, i truly wish i was more obsess with masturbation, at least that would gimme plenty to do, all alone. but i am almost way too romantic to succeed in this one. i fear the bathtub because the air all arround is cold and blue. too much white . not enough deep. you wanna drown in . so i wait . for i don't know what . for myself to get tired. for pulp fiction to play on the television.

tomorrow will come. maybe i'll be warmer. stronger.