sheets of empty canvas

well,
i had been searching for that everywhere, in every point i had been in this city. and magically i found it in grand bazaar. it reminds me the beauty and elegance of ottoman palace women or any other middle east/indian palace traditions. I don't know really if it was really used in palaces but well, this is what it reminds me.
i wish those rocks were the real diamonds but that's fine, i am already extremely satisfied by my cutie silver Shakh-maran.

ok people,
have u ever thought : what the hell is this girl doing in a lab, 24/7, and devoting herself to death? what the hell is her problem, man? Someone should run fast and save her asap!

Be careful when u arrive there, do not touch benchs, never ever think of drinking anything in that lab, don't you breath in that dusty place. Everything can be carcinogenic, toxic or bilimum other words defining that u can die soon if u touch them.

so...i am working in here, may god and health be with me...

Do you ever wonder why you cry? I do. I think to myself,"How many tears will it take to wash away my pain." I mean there must be so many......but the pain just never ceases.....only becomes a little less harder to cope with.
So there's no need to cry to wipe away the pain. We should find some other resources for the therapy ot soul:
cooking and eating?
reading a book?
writing?
sex?
photography?

do whatever, don't cry, I just cannot stand any body liquids anymore.

She was standing on the shore and waiting for the fish-dance. A blue-black night.. Not that much stars on the sky, should it be a sign of grief?
She heard a noise behind, and a song just after.
"Hey little girl, what are you doing alone in the dark?
Monsters and evils can find you here
These rocks can turn into witches and make you afraid
but don't worry, it is alright little girl, aaaalllll right"

- Fishes cannot dance, and noone is bringing you to Finland.
- But, my dream escaped there, and I guess it wants to be followed. And besides, for how long I can resist? Can one survive without the dreams?
- If you go there don't forget to collect your shadows, unless u want to be wicked.
- Why? Finland has a black magic?
- No, little girl. Never leave your shadows behind, if you don't want to come back.

[love management]
je dors plus. Quand bien meme j'ai sommeil. je bois du coca , il me reste 4 cloppes. le bruit ne me derange plus. Parmi les idées qui flottent dans mon esprit, j'essaie d'en saisir une. est-ce que c'est si difficile? comme s'ils etaient si differentes, comme s'ils melangent. mais non, c'est pas comme ca. tout est pareil.
avec le temps qui passe, on ressemble a un autre, a tout le monde. a l'univers, et on change l'entrophie si et seulement si on doit bouger.
je cours. je cours. je cours. il faut arreter de fumer. je cours. et je suis toujours la. je veux pas regarder ceux qui passent. sinon, je retomberai.

[J'ai une vie qui me reste apres ton depart]
rien n'est pareil. cette table, cette chaise, cette cuisine, cette voiture... Ou c'etait toujours moi qui change sans avoir aucune idee. qu'est-ce que j'ai manqué en principal? j'ai ete engourdi, stupefié. j'en suis si sure, si sure que ca me fait peur. une chose, juste une chose. un moment. encore. encore.

[encore sans ta voix, sans ta peau]
lequel est plus reel? "le present"? tout est pareil. comme nous.
[comme nous]