I was told over and over and over, that too much is too much.
- too loud, too outspoken, too brash, too over-the-top, too big -
and so I gave up - put myself down down down down
but it was never enough.
And now I'm preparing
to feel for a living
and that I feel like it
is reason enough.
erogroteski
erotic - gross grotesque errors
ero ero
koncept erogrotesek zastrzeżony. Wymyślony 21.4.10. i cały, cały mój.... (koncept. tak). erogroteska = miniatura erotyzująca z elementami groteski, które wkradają się wbrew moim najlepszym intencjom....
the idea of an erogrotesque is copyrighted (or might as well be). Thought it up today (21.4.10.), googled, and it's mine, my precioussss (idea. right). an erogrotesque = a more or less erotic drabble, with some 'grotesque' thrown in for a good measure - it keeps interfering, against my best efforts....
Gdyby ktoś nie zauważył, tłumaczenie jest dość swobodne.
If you didn't notice, the translations are... loose at best.
the idea of an erogrotesque is copyrighted (or might as well be). Thought it up today (21.4.10.), googled, and it's mine, my precioussss (idea. right). an erogrotesque = a more or less erotic drabble, with some 'grotesque' thrown in for a good measure - it keeps interfering, against my best efforts....
Gdyby ktoś nie zauważył, tłumaczenie jest dość swobodne.
If you didn't notice, the translations are... loose at best.
niedziela, 24 czerwca 2012
piątek, 20 kwietnia 2012
It feels like I'm in over my head.
Am I, though?
Less anxiety, less rules.
Less bad/annoying stuff.
Gotta count for something good, right?
I can't figure it out, what's me, and what's the expectation talking, or self-imposed (?) barrier.
Do I? don't I? don't seemed "damned, if" just yet. But - wtf?
Seriously?!
Am I, though?
Less anxiety, less rules.
Less bad/annoying stuff.
Gotta count for something good, right?
I can't figure it out, what's me, and what's the expectation talking, or self-imposed (?) barrier.
Do I? don't I? don't seemed "damned, if" just yet. But - wtf?
Seriously?!
poniedziałek, 19 marca 2012
środa, 18 stycznia 2012
note to self
note to self:
Dating a younger man is never actually worth it.
A man my age is actually younger.
Cool guys start at thirty.
***
I want to drink my own voice, feed on music. I'm just so terribly scared it will dry up. It alwas did, before.
Dating a younger man is never actually worth it.
A man my age is actually younger.
Cool guys start at thirty.
***
I want to drink my own voice, feed on music. I'm just so terribly scared it will dry up. It alwas did, before.
środa, 11 stycznia 2012
how
how do i master my mind, running unchecked between options in blind panic?
how do i master my soul, perhaps, to take my mind in a firm though gentle hold?
how do i master my body? how do i let it master me?
i am alone. those who could help, won't - those who can't, want to, badly - and so they give me their own fear, instead.
how do i master my soul, perhaps, to take my mind in a firm though gentle hold?
how do i master my body? how do i let it master me?
i am alone. those who could help, won't - those who can't, want to, badly - and so they give me their own fear, instead.
wtorek, 10 stycznia 2012
She comprises a CV. A lengthy list of past events that are supposed to describe and comprise her self, her personality, mind and soul; utterly pointless and yet compelling retelling of factors, given as proof that after a long time, she finally is good enough, deserves it, she's served her years, paid her debts, given her due. She's done the boring part of life, she would like the fun, cool and interesting now, please - she's fucking earned it, proved her worth, made it this far, should be rewarded.
She comprises a CV, only to realize that it says everything and anything; that the interpretation is still unclear; that the jury is still out. She comprises is only to think that if she needs to comprise it in order to prove things, she is the one lacking faith, before others that might - and that's the only lack that truly counts, beyond the empty spots on the list, invisible too all and any, but her own unseeing eyes.
She comprises a CV, only to realize that it says everything and anything; that the interpretation is still unclear; that the jury is still out. She comprises is only to think that if she needs to comprise it in order to prove things, she is the one lacking faith, before others that might - and that's the only lack that truly counts, beyond the empty spots on the list, invisible too all and any, but her own unseeing eyes.
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