if you believe in dreams.. you know it's been björk i've been listening to.

you probably anyway don't care what i'll be writing here about. you're gonna hear it anyway:
LIFE (mainly mine, cause it's to confusing to live but seems so appealing on the paper), FASHION, ART, MUSIC and anything SICK that passes through my hands. i love flayers. lots of flayers coming up! yeah.
howev-a right now i'm chilling with a little help of bitterness and i am about to fall asleep. thanks to it. i am supposed to be doing what a normal girl is supposed to do, as in reading Candide by MR.Voltaire in FRENCH (argh, For Real Ever Never Crunch Honey?? arghx2)....sooo, even though i forget commas and i write 'supposed' with double 'ss', i just have to try to hang onto this project ,this werobou blog, which i am about to keep for a little longer than just a few months, and that is going to beat all the other lousy blogs' asses, which i had and never made anything interesting out of.... all the great blogs they like concentrate on one thing; like STREETSTYLE or PHOTOGRAPHY and me... i want it all.. here i am, closed in a can of thoughts. hermit's philosophy. i never share my brain with anyone. you might call it cowardice but i don't think i have found one worthy person to spit my heart on his palms and feel yet comfortable with it later on. if you get what i'm trying to say, cause sometimes im so unclear and foggy... my thoughts get so out of focus, my sentences are weird. so, well.. we're all different. (what a discovery) and hell,, that's wonderfull.. ME, i love everything, i'm everything a little i am an undefined clay and i touch so many tools and destroy them one after the another. i can achieve anything, i get what and where i want, always, but i miss something, if you know what i mean... im not even able to write proper, cause i just have to wrestle with these many thoughts eating my brain at ounce. they're like rushing through it. like on a highway. really bright lights you can't stand looking at for longer than few seconds else they create a waterfall. like lanterns that are so dark right under them. i might need a lasso to catch the clever ones, cause no one really cares about my vision of hippopotamus flying on a parachute,,. pity ah. doesn't matter. my head is just like this:
-People are so empty...
and than
- OH, LOOK A TOOTHBRUSH!
My head is a rocking carousel. a merry go round. WELCOME ON BOARD.

. .. it's so late again. comets stopped falling. lights stopped blinking it's around 03:59. I wish myself real lots of luck and patience to run this page and way m0re fun to the readers who will hopefully be able to encrypt my crappy mind maps. hmmm,,, i could use a smoke now.. anyways. till somewhen in the future past. EVERYTHING WILL GET COOLER UP HERE I PROOOOMISE. if not shoot me.