I think I might be a lesbian trapped in a boys body that hasen’t aged since the age of 18. But unfortunatly it’s has been in the condition of an 80 year old since then. Nothing’s mint here.

I never wanted to be rich as sh*t. I liked the idea, like most people do, but for me beeing ‘rich’ never ment owning a lot of money. Today I learned that owning a lot of money means you’ll have to spend alot of money first. I think I’ll never be owning ‘a lot’ of money.

Some lessons are best to learn sober, while the best lessons you’ll ever learn are those you’ll learn while intoxicated. The same applies for creative work.

That one night I dreamed about you, dreaming about me, just because we saw each others pictures.
I listened to a documentary about robots afterwards, to gently remind myself not to think about the things I need to, before falling asleep.

I do prefer to pretend all the other people are just tourists. It’s ok having them roaming my hunting grounds, but please do step aside as soon as I enter. You might be nice to anyone else in your life, but you’re the worst influence to the ones I love.
That’s just because I see myself in the things you do.

In some strange way I do like the idea of beeing an alcoholic.
Apart from that physical experience of having a hangover I do really like beeing tipsy.
Everyone should be from time to time.

The other night I met a guy from china who shared his illegal cigarettes straight from Shang-Hai.
We smoked together and talked about global issues.
Waiting for the bus.

Somewhere along the way I’ll have a big farm, raise some chicken from my home town, grow my own plants and do nothing but writing, painting, reading and some serious business all day.
Just like my children will.