July 20, 2004
Lying party around a cup of coffee
It's always the same false story, raped smiles and corrupted speech when we sit talking to girls that we have just met for the first time in the coast of Tunis lac, I am sitting frozen by my friend capabilities to author bilions of stories, I recognize that I were in the catch, but I stayed tunned to the most valuable thing in my soul : being as I am without need to repaint the front line of my attack. The two charming girls were also engaged into that comedy where the scene gots a hawaïnain background. I was -almost- the only one giving gadgets from the bottom of his pocket, left behind I got to finish with that suffering carnaval, so I've told that it was time to get off, it's cold and I haven't took my usual glass of milk, it's now 23:00.
Arriving at home I was so angry that I spend more than a half hour exposing to my frind the clearniness of the sky, that blue is blue, you don't have to remake yellow to please to the neighbours, that if you don't be yourself, you'll lost it someday and that's the case of many that I've known. If you want to live don't kill your truth, execute the pain in you relax, run on the grass, but never try to handicape the words getting off your self to replace them with the "beauty and he besat" decor.
take it or leave it !
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