Life is a phobia of the big breasts and the roads with no end. Life is the empty plates and a plastic bags. Dark ones, with your name on it.
Life is not a Tuesday, but Friday. Especially if a happy hour is ahead of you, but you have to work for an ask-hole who doesn’t ask shit, that’s why you do it anyway, because this is what he payed you for.
Life is a gun, pointed to your head right on the porch, where you are standing and listening the empty sound of your wife, who is blowing away the dreams of the next year together. With Joe.
Who is Joe? Why do you care? Just one more lonely dude. Don’t worry. Life is smart, it is throwing at you only those you can handle.
Life is a hashtag of the words you can’t pronounce. But you want to learn. To learn ‘how to become popular’. For one day. Or an hour. Life is welcoming. And kind. It says: ‘Ah, sweetheart, go ahead, squeeze your balls between Chuck Norris and the dogs of the Queen!’
That’s why you are going to your room, grabbing the Phone, cutting open your chest,
(would be nice to cut in two halves the chest of that Joe, but you are a coward, that’s why you are doing what you are doing the best – keeping your mind ‘unemployed’)
to check – if the heart is still there…And taking a selfie, to show to the world: Look – I am #alive, I am #social, I am #you.
Living in Sweden. Awesome. Happy. Writing. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Drawing. Meditation/Yoga.