Scanners,Kitties, flies and psycholasmo

if you start talking to pioneers, they would have no idea about what has become of them to be this kind of pioneer. Nonetheless, they won’t admit as easy as it guessed, but they can’t feel the past as an impossible. If they could, then you can, and all passionately great people, surely, in a way, can. What amazed me during last year is what they created is what they could create. Imagine Dystopian place where there is no accessibility to crews and locations. It’s all dark and rusty and dusty. Yea. Less water. Less food. More insects. Less people. No musician. But that scorpion resonates great rusty sound harmonize with maroon gravel. If you could see that in a way it is, yea. Desolately unhappy and sad. If you want to know this place, come to me, here what you’d be satisfied, scouted for filming.


pioneers are great as if they are accessible. I have two or three of them in town. But I forgot to take them number after talking hour and half about films. They were. They are. As if I could play my role easily in the streets- which I did. Tipsy-like fainting gesture, but sober, feeding kitties, they were scaring of me and I, scared the hell out of people with my eyes and Psychoplasmic gesticulations. I needed scanners. I had three balls I never had since my high days of school. Secretly I walked and fed kitties and mommies, what a blessed, I cured my own Psychoplasmic rage as I unwantedly raged cancer in someone. Besides, I decided to do that on regular basis, to cure the alley was once full of kitties and I scouted the place since childhood and I loved the place. This magical place where fairy tales and soulmates existed. Believe me. I love this.


In my room, I coexist with lots of roaches. I wrote piece the years preceding. Now, I live with roaches and spiders. I want to promote spiders because they haunt them all. And ants. Two kind of: Maroon and black. First is immortal. Second is vulnerable in terms of extinction. I have a faked tom ford spray everyday use to scatter them. Coffee, tea, sugar and honey convened them all. Sometimes I take shots of them. From the childhood I used to play with flies and I caressed them. Believe it or not yet believe, I’ve got erected. I felt tenderness. I loved insects. I loved the creature, I loved the Cronenberg.

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