I don't want to explain things, because I don't have the explanations.
I don't want to tell you things, because I don't know them.
Just think how many times a day you ask me 'WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?'
I don't know it's a game of my curious mind.
Dear world my relationship with you is pure selfishness. I do not love you, nor any human I share this place with. It's a pure curiosity of foolish, naive mind.
Pure creation of another world.
I do without thinking just so that I can get something new and keep it.
I'm not making love I am making 'desire boxes'.
I'm not loving, but touching love with just tips of fingers.
I'm not caring, but I need you dear human. I need your unrevealed mind. Undiscovered thoughts, and unpredictable ways...
I need them all...
I pick you like flowers....
water you....
when fower dies I wait for spring to come again....
...and no one truly loves flowers....
...OBSERVATION AND PLEASURE......
COCAINE GIRL
xoxo
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