a very usual day

Before moving to my topic I’d like to just pour my thoughts out in terms of release. I am starting to read portraits of the artist as a young man by James Joyce, prolific and eminent writer of Ireland world. I am finding some new meaning on that. As I found some similarities of the song happiest days of our life by pink Floyd in the context as the topic largely focused on derision and child’s abuse on that part – at the middle of the chapter one. So I found that derision in a way fifty years ago roger waters reading the book while guessing the song name, happiest days of our life. I am sure about that. About other happenings I’d say at university I was walking in the middle of the corridor that previous girl I knew partially from the face called me and wanted to ask me a question but she hesitated and blushed and hushed and I said if it is possible we walk through and talk in the ground and she held my hand, thrust me to the lattice and said vague sentence I insisted on repetition by cocking my head and she repeated and two times again I finally understood she was asking me If I am LGBT or not and I said no but how about asking this? She said I was wondering one year I had friends with the trend I was shocking in a way that clumsiness of her is a sign of interest on me I depicted that if she likes me and telling him my phone is broken if you have a paper to give me I write your phone down and instead, she nodded her head and gave her phone to me and I saved my number on and said I am going to see you soon. On the corridor I said most people on trend are phony and pretentious and she disagreed in a way her friends are genuine ones and I told her we’ll meet again as Vera Lynn. In all years of my life, there have been couple of people who noticed me the difference in which could lead to weirdo sexual trend.

So I am not going into details about my sexuality and stories beyond that – which they are true and manifesting enough that what an adventurous I was. I walked through the place to the main street in the narrow line of pavement and smoked two cigarettes by apathetic indifference which now is a part of me for a long time and demanded the taxi in case of budget limit I have. After couple of cars and cats and cargoes and harlots and people and beautiful people and weird gesticulation I had done, a car stopped and then I convinced him by flattery that I will go on the limit and he admitted and then he started to pull other people into car and I gave him a line money instead of whole and by second taxi I arrived home – the place we call it home, literally, literally, verbally. The place which roger and roses and flowers of war almost called it the same. On the time, some people gazed me to remind super powers of mine but they weren’t aware that how I made effort on or if it is inherently coming, shimmering and not spontaneous.

now today note is ended. I am not going to more details. I would make it.