… and further will I remain undisturbed. I couldn't do a better job myself. Once a month I imagine all human beings with a gun barrel between their lips, they will only babble as soon as they watch their lives vanishing. We all are the same, same blood color, same suicidal-critical moments, same race, or that’s what I remember you said last night on my bed.
Well, People tend to congregate when they start discussing about sexual orientation, indigenous’ massacres, human slaughtering, kamikazes, … , but we all know that at the end nobody gives a damn, not even about themselves. Let me tell you a fun fact, just at the moment that there's sleep deprivation on someone's life, everything starts to be seen as real, real as a film. That’s why we never realize that we've been the winning-award directors of our own lives the whole time because we never sleep. We’re excessively busy thinking about getting a job, having the perfect couple, wearing some Carats, being spiritually and mentally stable, carrying a Pomeranian. So let me tell you for the record, that we're not our fancy pants, our Stuart Weitzman shoes, our Yamamoto shirts, nor a propaganda's exemplification. We are a cumulus of experiences that molden our thinking structures through time, and that’s why we gotta do what’s best for our well-being after we gathered all the necessary information for our existence.
Hey! You know I’ll fall for your caresses. Stop it, I’m philosophizing.
Then, let’s continue. I think love is worth saving. You remember that time we had sex at my nanny’s home, and afterward you try to commit suicide because you had a depressive crisis. Remember I changed your mind by telling you how much I love you, and how you would've ruin my life if you die because I will never find someone like you, so sweet, passionate, smart, fearless, loyal, and hilarious. Thereafter, everything made more sense to me when I started to bawl and you stopped what you were trying to do, just to take me between your arms and whisper me that you love me so much that you’ll never leave me alone. Immediately, I comprehended that It was only a scream-for-help kind of act because your parents were divorcing, and you didn’t want to move with your mom and her new girlfriend to Aberdeen. What a day we lived on our anniversary! Don’t worry, I know it won't happen again.
(Such a lie, she thought). I won’t recall it anew, my puddin’.
And where was I? Right, the outcome of depression as a result of our incompetence is ruling and molding us into puppets of the market. Everybody knows it but who cares? I’m not the new Gandhi, neither a spiritual guider, I’m just a girl expressing what others are afraid or too busy to say. They just want you to be docile, fragile, scared, so they can shape you. But I’m not telling to go out and beat the hell out of your bullies. No! I’m just trying to instruct that you should come out of your catatonic state and be brave. This is a woman’s world and we would be nothing on the absence of our daring Valkyries. Strong women ready to speak up and establish the status quo in our civilization, where decisions are made of needed feelings. Wow! From time to time, I put on practice what I learned in my debate club.
Now, let’s lose ourselves in complete oblivion. I want you to kiss me ‘till the end of our periods while my fingers penetrate you, my cutie pie.
But first, let me ask my readers, are you really living it? Or just bearing it? Is it working for you, to be ingenious? Is it worth being owned by your greedy surroundings? If not, stop the stupidity about keeping your senseless stubbornness and, the idea of breathing and thinking correctly, that's already part of your human nature. What you got to do is...
Lost in paradise! She moaned while trembling.