Angie-M

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Puzzle-kid

Written 2005-07-09

She wishes that spareparts would grow on trees
because she feels so terribly divided
this little puzzlekid

"There are no poets in real life

the poet is the supreme beauty
so real, so true and so fair

-have you ever seen beauty supreme walking by?"


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Friday 8-7-2005 Reward

Written 2005-07-08

Please, if you happen to see my boyfriend somewhere, could you catch him and send him back to me. I suppose I'll have to give you, my saviour, a reward... and I will. I just want him back now, I just miss him so much.


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I sat on the metro...

Written 2005-07-03

Nowadays I'm finding myself on the metro often. I don't have anything against public transport, and I'm not trying to complain, but how many depressive moments i could avoid if I didn't have to use the fucking metro.

Do you know that moment, THAT moment- when you're sitting, looking out of the window and on the other side of it you can see another metro speeding up. All those faces that pass by in less than three seconds, all their problems... Can you imagine all the problems those people have? It's gigantical, it's grotesc!!! The universe is grotesc. It's mishmash of some good things and a lot of bad things, and we're actually talking about sucking the merrow(?) out of life. Disgusting, DISGUSTING!

Actually some intelligent person should build a bomb and destroy all mankind on earth. It would solve so many problems, and don't try to tell me that the population-most of the population to be precise- doesn't deserve that. Let us imagine, just for a second, that i wasn't so afraid of hurting other people, that I'm not such a bloody good person, I would destroy earth. Because, noone would regret it. There's no regret after death... How beautiful it would be to be the lst one. I can see that person walking around in the woods, enjoying the simple things that can mean so much if you know how too really live.

I don't like metros. They're just making me depressed...

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