That girl in the picture, would be my grandchild, and that grandma would be me !
Sunrise-to-sunset, every nautical days had pass, and i find myself picking my brain on the same question every single day and everyday has a different reply. A question I grasp to myself. It’s always been a demur with variable answers, for me, but now,
I am looking for a constant answer.
Zoom in my life.
I was schizo having fun maligning my black skinny pants. I thought it was a very self-possessed and satisfying thing to do. After all, I am a huggy for torn jeans.
I wish I could take that action towards my patient when I’m a surgeon. Future time. Maybe. ULTIMATELY maybe.
Thinking of the future, the unborn, give me skin erection. I have no hypothesis about my future. I am not really particular about what I love doing. I’m only a big fan of CASH, CHECK, ALMIGHTY DOLLARS AND BANKNOTES :):):) That’s what keeps me going. At the first place, WORKING IS A BLACK-EYE for me, I spite working, especially exerting myself for other human beings. I will never, not on your life, not in mine, work for anybody at any contingency.
Always bubble of shilly-shally at home, watch some cocky television cooking show, be the greatest mum who knows how to cook best, be the greatest mum in every-single-bitch-shiting-world that my kids will ever get to know and stuff like that, but nahh. Imagine me, with that. Ugh yuck. Who would ever thought I could get so cheesy like that, huh ?
But dreams are dreams, every girl has one. That’s mine. One of it, and the other one is fucking contra.
Which is back to the upper part, being a surgeon maybe, or anything that’s got to do with human bodies. I have lots of love on human’s protoplasm and when I’m done with that, I wish to wanderlust. All around the world, with wealth in my pockets. Die alone, or maybe with someone I love. Or maybe alone. Most probably alone.
and my other dream, nehh, you don’t wanna hear about it, it’s a sribble for yall. Most of people laugh at this one. Yeah, I get laughed a lot, sometimes, and I am not putting myself in doldrums. But honestly, it’s the greatest idea i’ve had.
Told you talking about the future sucks, it’s funny why you’re still reading.
Retrograde and rot.
At times, I wonder what does it feels like to give up the ghost, die. Life is like a chipher to me anyway.
Sometimes the exit may spark us to something riot. Maybe not, at second thought.
