Post by account_disabled on Mar 11, 2024 1:08:40 GMT -5
The the still deserted streets of the early morning.the melody that once years ago made us think of a skin a pair of lips a burning heart and that now only arouses suspicions about how close everything is especially the end . Because what will happen when the evil overtakes us and we fall fainting without air so alone unable to breathe and unable to cover at the same time the very high medical insurance contributions that at least could assure us a hard and narrow stretcher some medication or a mechanical respirator in one of the citys overcrowded overcrowded hospitals Life which begins We open the door wide because we are tired of taking care of ourselves tired of being alone tired of pretending that this will one day end.
We turn the knob and without further ado with faith intact in immortality Japan Telegram Number Data with the absolute conviction that living like this is not worth it we open the door not to leave but for whoever wants to enter our companions. of generation who have pushed themselves like ourselves to very slow incredibly distant classes on these screens that are reproduced incessantly while we chat secretly from the teacher on duty who makes superhuman efforts so that we do not notice what in the end is note his own discomfort daily fear an exhaustion that has no equal.
We open the doors and turn on the music at the same time and at the same time pass out overflowing glasses of cheap alcohol and start dancing. Hands up. Hip oscillations. The scream or the screams. And of course it crosses our mind that yes something can happen but as long as it doesnt happen as long as no one falls as long as none of us appears with our heads down and the word positive hanging from our increasingly deep voice we will.
We turn the knob and without further ado with faith intact in immortality Japan Telegram Number Data with the absolute conviction that living like this is not worth it we open the door not to leave but for whoever wants to enter our companions. of generation who have pushed themselves like ourselves to very slow incredibly distant classes on these screens that are reproduced incessantly while we chat secretly from the teacher on duty who makes superhuman efforts so that we do not notice what in the end is note his own discomfort daily fear an exhaustion that has no equal.
We open the doors and turn on the music at the same time and at the same time pass out overflowing glasses of cheap alcohol and start dancing. Hands up. Hip oscillations. The scream or the screams. And of course it crosses our mind that yes something can happen but as long as it doesnt happen as long as no one falls as long as none of us appears with our heads down and the word positive hanging from our increasingly deep voice we will.