the below sth is very low quality. hm. depends how to define quality. i suppose in poetry, quality is abt how honest and driven by emotions - instead of forced/etc, written trying to make it butiful, etc - the text is. in which case the below sth is very high quality.
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i don't know what i want.
i want a man in my bed, naked and moaning.
i want paint in all and one colors, and a canvas.
i want asmr in my daily routine. *kreygasm*
i want a fully functional laptop that wasn't fucked up by the service.
i want the year without summer. no żeby kurwa lato nie istniało co nie.
i want the world without inflation.
i want the species without pussybrains.
i want the sky without the sun.
i want a body that's invincible.
and cleans itself.
i want tomatoes that don't taste like cucumbers.
i want food that makes me come. on the daily basis. for less than 50pln. (go to japan? nah).
i want fortnite without sweats.
oh and speaking of fortnite: i want br map back in creative mode.
i want...
i want the universe without humans.
without other animals.
without bacteria,
viruses,
EVERYTHING kurwa.
i want to stop wanting. bc wanting is tiring
if it's hard to get
and easy to lose.
i want the reality without moronic laws
where pain happens just like that and pleasure costs fortune.
well. i guess i DO want what i know *, after all. it's just that:
either i don't know how to get it
or
it's not get-able.
🙃
AND NO, ACCEPTANCE DOESN'T HAPPEN HERE.
not that i did all it takes to achieve it. hah, WOW, not only does one have to experience the pain of the shit itself - one has to experience the pain of ACCEPTING said pain. life is a joke.
and i find it funny. noice. nose/no/no ice/noce/noc/noco/no kurwa nic/no i kurwa zajebiście, właśnie tego chciałem!: żeby wszystko niczym się stało.
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#4.1.24
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* ...how tf did my brain even make that mistake XD
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experiencing life and, ESPECIALLY, peepoo more than ever in those past years has made me a better and more socially adapted individual. :)
my inner sirius (mr serious): u mean a bitter prune.
yes. exactly. i love u, brain, don't ever become smooth. prune away! just drop the bitterness.
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basically, that was a written version of that video i've posted here a while back. kind of. bc the vid was mostly just emotions, while the above is actual thoughts/whatnot.
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CHAOS ROCKS.
except when it's too much and one just wants to sleep and be at peace and feel in control.
CZYTASZ
heart beats
Poesia~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
