Viernes III

Last one of the Friday series. Now I have to stop because the memories are killing me. This is killing me, slowly and painfully. But it will all get back soon :)

Viernes III
25 marzo 2011, a la(s) 22:30
Deja vu all over again while I come back home. I can only focus so much when I'm on my way, not in the office.
Smells, night, city, silence. I have acquired the ability to mix and combine scents from people, from the environment, and make them become images in my head. There is a process going on in my brain, and it is about the connection to all that exists, good and bad.
Like I said before, it's about romance, and my romance is the suicide of all things as I know them. I am now going over a bridge so I decide I need to be reborn; see how f*cking easy it is?
The water. It smells like shit.

What the f*ck.

This bloke, jesus f*ck, he looks like a piece of shit (I guess that makes me an even bigger piece of shit, no joke), and yet he's got some scent that kicks me back to a place, London, no, f*ck no, HE TAKES ME BACK TO KEFLAVIK. What the?
I have condemned that f*cking place. I hate being reminded of it.
I'm always ALWAYS blamed/thanked by the people around me for speaking prophecy through my words.
There's something deep inside telling me that I have to stop. But not give in, or maybe give in. See, I don't have contact with many of the people that can read my signs better than me, so I do not know which way to turn.


I fear I will commit a sin.


There is no guidance towards my redemption. There is no real beacon pointing out where to go. So I shall come back to previous charts, maps from the past, that once told me (and still do) where to find my way.
Because you know? I need some certainty too. I need some security.
There's this man, to my left, that looks exactly like me when I'm older. Oh yeah,I'm gonna be a handsome m**erf**ker ? (haha not really, jk).

I always have to take the most difficult path. But it's made me grow so much,spiritually.


Twentyfirst century breakdown running in my veins while the f*cking bus takes a long time to get me home. But I do not worry because if I got home earlier then I'd be sanctifying love quests and speak words that are upside down, and reversed, backwards, only readable by mirrors and yet, not evil. How much of a f*cking Messiah complex is that huh??

My phone keeps beeping. Which makes it hard for me to type and not get distracted. I am soon to come home.


It was just a piece of glass that gleamed on the street, right? Right?!
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