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Statue of a naked woman.
I’d probably react like this, too.
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And then this guy says to me, how he remembers this one time we were working together and he noticed that I’m not completely heartless.
Well of course I’m not, I am just human. I only appear to be a complete bitch and entirely unpleasant person, because I’m protecting myself from unnecessary heart ache and other unpleasant feelings that come with opening yourself to much to the wrong person.
Shave it of or grow a proper beard!
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Can the face we see in mirror be our foe?
(Emanuela Santini - A love for Y’s; 2013
So yeah, had another one of my bizarre dreams this morning. I was driving on a bus i think, when I saw a job add on a billboard. They were searching for painters. Hey, I can paint! So I stepped of the bus and took a closer look at the add. The address was on. Oh, but that is not two minutes away from here! Somehow I knew where I was even thou everything was just a combination of places i know from childhood. I went in to the woods and climbed towards the place. Not really sure how that happened, but I was talking to a man. Black hair, black jacket, medium heights, nothing special really. He was showing me some of his work, and all the time I was desperate to tell him some of the crazy shit me and a bunch of my friends did. He was particularly proud on this one work that looked like something he cut out of the newspaper. And it had a newspaper cross on it. I looked at it and started to tell him about what I do, but he touched my hand. I look him straight in the eye and don’t flinch. I do not like him, but I’m keeping my options open.
I am in his living room now. It’s a nice place, like something out of a magazine with large glass walls and white couch. We talk about doing something, but then his boyfriend wants to have sex first. I’m like, ok. No problem. His boyfriend invites me along, but I imagine it will be just a quickly so I see no reason to join in.
I sit alone in the living room and amuse myself by not really sure what. The sex they’re having is taking a bit longer than expected. And then I sort of change personalities and point of views, because I see them. They’re both bleeding from their mouths. Apparently they like it rough, because they didn’t seem like they are having an argument. But then in the next moment the man lays in the bath tub that was standing in the middle of the room and the boyfriend covers him up with layers of clothes or newspaper, not really sure, witch.
Wait, what? Aren’t you gonna defend or protest or something, went trough my mind, when I realized the boyfriend is going to smash his head in to bits. Nope, he only put his arms in front of the face, and let himself being beaten to death with a hammer. Strange kind of sex these two were having.
And I am now walking across a wooden bridge and people with pizazz are trying to catch trains. I am on Ljubljana train station now. I am walking towards the statue of a horse. I am close to my home now. I stand next to a place that just shut down their business. I meet an old friend and we talk and try to reach some sort of ghoul. I don’t remember much in this part, but I’m sure nothing so bizarre as the gay couple earlier happened afterwards, so i suppose I am now at a point where I wake up and discover it’s already eleven in the morning and I’m all sweaty from the dreams I had. Or did I had the dreams because I was to hot. I usually have weird dreams when I’m hot.