by alskcvi;junc » Sun Sep 04, 2011 1:53 pm
I confess that I just got out of rehab.
I confess that I've been there three times.
I confess that it's for people with mental disorders and need an intervention.
I confess that I don't feel any better.
I confess that I'm tired, so tired, and no matter how much sleep I get I'll never be fully awake.
I confess that I have no one to blame but myself for this problem.
I confess that when I'm in rehab, I don't speak English on perpous, so that they'll leave me alone.
I confess that sometimes it's not on perpous, and I just so distracted that I forget how to speak it.
I confess that I was happier in Hungary.
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alskcvi;junc on Sun Sep 04, 2011 2:00 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I <3 Magyarország
Kez ezt a verset en tavaly majus elejen iden lett csak keszen, idean sem egeszen
Cime az volt: Eletem, s kihuztam, mert felszegen santikalt a cime, minden laba, rime.
Urjra kezdtem, s ex alatt, fel esztendo leszaladt, de az egre nezve, alig vettem eszre.
Az egen egy falho szallt, s az a felho nem is szallt, lebegett vagy allt tan, mint egy or, vert ram.
Azt a felhot neztem ein, mig e forgo ev felen, csak lehullott onnan, mint katona holtan.
Ismet kezdtem, Harboru. Lett a cime; Szazsoru. Volt az versszak, jajgatott, mint vert had.
Jaj mit is kerestem itt? Katonak holttesteit. Buvero terelte lepteimet erre.
Kutattam a tarva tart messze hajlo lathatart. Follelem, remeltem, nyitjat, minek eltem.