I play with myself. A part of me thinks different than the other one. There is one dark side which always thinks about the most twisted and macabre situations. It spurs the utter void inside me and flushes it around the abyss.
The other side is not much more positive. It observes, and observes. Eons will pass and the memory of these mental actions will remain in this universe.
Sometimes, I act so well for myself that I believe it. I believe in which I do not believe. Solely because the first side implies that what it thinks is the best.
The fact that I am writing is an act of self consciousness.
Promiscuous brains.
-Sluts.
-Bottles of Gin.
-Cigarettes. Kiss me.
-Oh Cigarettes?
- Let's make love.
- No.
- You are schizophrenic.
- I know.
- That is why I love you.
- I know.
- Can I kiss you?
- What do you think?
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ReplyDeletefirst of all you remember me dialogues of tarantino that's perfect dude!
ReplyDeletebut here you've got weak point.. in the separation of two parts...there are plenty of eyes which they see the thin border and boundary conditions between such realms of self...i think seeing then boundaries and all the perturbation and contributions they make in different people with different super abilities is the job.i once tried to mention some with neurological point of view( these sciences really gets nice views of whats goin on).. but i let you decide .good luck bro
Arezoo jaan, Thank you. I tried to connect with you on blogger but it did not work. give me a way to send you a message. :)
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