Until The Rich People Manage To Implement A Dyson Sphere, Thus Privatizing The Very Sun.

Do you have a favourite conspiracy theory

I'm between that conspiracy about bots managing internet traffic, data mining and manipulating the public's opinion to certain agendas and the alleged vampire attacks in central america staged by some US agencies in order to cause mass hysteria.

Today I started with the medication

What a wild sensations came!

I feel ready to sleep, but it's not the same.

Am I loosing counciousness or am I insane?

Is it normal? Or an overdose is about to break?

Waiting for a Car

Waiting for a car. Cold street night, Looking at how people talk, Dancing clowns in the park.

Adults are drinking in the warm bar. Delicious displays are full of pie. Black, dry coffee is steaming from the cups. While my bones are crying mad.

Now clouds are stealing the stars. I almost felt a presence touching my arm. The vehicle is here, and the doors are ajar. A pleasant hug inside while the rain pours down the night.

A little incident

He was walking by the street so as to buy some bread. But a witch came and declared: "Boy, you're so lame! Let me convert you into a frog instead."

Zap! Everything went south real fast! The poor champ skipped away. To the bakery, alive or dead!

However, the powerful woman wasn't done. She hopped on the broom and flew behind. She cried, "Hold on! There's something else I must tell you." But the frog increased the rhythm and managed to lose her.

The poor frog was rushing through his thoughts. He needed the fresh, baked bread. But now it would be difficult, since he forgot his pocket change.

The little green amphibian was resting by the water fount. Until the witch surprised it and took off high on her black broom. "You're trapped, and now you shall be my familiar!" But the frog had other plans and shot its tongue into her eye.

Both plummeted inside the fount. With a single dip, the witch into green bubbles dissolved. And the boy, frog no more, took Every single penny the sorcerer had in her purse.

Yellow Sheets

Yellow-striped sheets I can't sleep. She's looking at me. Like a tigress hiding on top of a tree.

She keeps me warm at night. She gently puts her fingers against my lips. I can't escape her white smile. She tucks me back in.

My face is embraced by her delicious heartbeat. Her touch is smooth against my hair. Little by little, I give in. While she whispers a mellow prayer.

Random idea for a fighting game character: three little bear cubs on top of each other, wearing a trenchcoat.

While the rain pours

empty, wet street We were under a robust tree. An umbrella made of leaves

Silver-gray sky Waiting for the storm to pass by It was in vain, but we had to try.

Being close to each other We start to share our warm Our lips are now in touch.

The storm may stop But ours has just begun. Time will tell if everything has a point.

Ah yes! Antidepresants!

You can't be depressed if you are uncouncious...

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So cool! I can't believe I've reach 50 likes!! Way more likes that I was hoping for!!

Thoughts on the last night train

At night, reality seems fake. Through the train window, I see building silhouettes. An image on top of the other, so there's a future to make.

Is it shyness, or did I really make a mistake? His touch, aura, and passion seem rehearsed. Nice hugs turned to claws, cutting me like cake.

Do I forget to talk? Why can't I speak? His torso is now over me, and I feel his mad heartbeats. I'm drowning, I can't breathe, and he is kissing my cheek!

I'm hurt, but I don't cry. Deep inside, I enjoyed all of that. Now my future is another nocturnal destination.