Comatose heart recipe

Ingredients:

Two hearts, glue (bounding love - the once in a lifetime one), a knife, rust (some nasty shit you did), a large doze of ineptitude and 40-50 minutes (years)

Preparation method

1. The two hearts must be bounded together as one, with glue - 1.5 - 2 min

2. While the hearts bound you use the doze of ineptitude and rust the knife

3. Look at the hearts and realize that if you would just waited for the hearts to bound they would have been everything... no need for the knife... that now is rusty too and you don't know what to do with it.

3. Put the knife away and try to enjoy what you have, for one minute...but, you look at the hearts and realize they could have been bounded better if you wouldn't have wasted time with the knife.

5. Take the knife, even more rusty now, and separate the two hearts wishing to bound them back, better and stronger...

...but the you haven't realized that the glue is not restitching...


And it's done...now you have a comatose heart to carry on for the rest 35-45 minutes that you have left...

(and you can do everything you know to shorten them....don't sleep, don't eat, but work the whole time...or you might think to throw them away.... )

watches

I've always liked watches, since I was a kid. They have  something special about the way they work.....when they work...

What does not involve thinking frightens me!

wall and edge

this is a post I started months ago....not really started....just the title....

cuz' the wall was 'edgee' enough to climb....

....now it's smoother


and I guess it'll stay this way....for a while

sometime last year...I met two people in wheelchairs...they were both exercising to recover from paralysis they suffered after terrible accidents...
..they were young, about 25 and they were pushing each other about who recovered better since they've last seen...., who is the most charming of them, who has beeter socks, who pees better and some other stupid things....

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401383/

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I thought of you...

feelings

I don't use to write about how I feel, especially about how I don't wanna feel....cuz I wanna forget... (punct)