seandearth

the usual day study and no play for nico the dolphin princess of South Namibia in the region of the Teresita galaxy Town born in Neptune in the year 2004 of the Mayan Calendary Born heir of the throne to the Teresita galaxy when she was 5 she developed magic around dolphins that is why she is nicknamed "dolphin princess" when she was 10, she had her first heart broken (remember that Teresiteans have at least 4 hearts) and she wrote five books: some of poems, and some of stories, which became instant best sellers in diverse galaxies such as the pixie galaxy, which revolves around crazy little children making music, the venus galaxy, that involves broken hearted women who search for their strength and beauty without men and also the corean galaxy which made innumerable copies of the books, that were sold cheap because they were unregistered copies when she was 15 she decided to be a doctor she always knew biology was the key to life, and therefore she had to manage the language...

sing: la-la-la-la-la, no particular rythm at all. figuring as you go along where you stop and when you start again, maybe humming once in a while. at some point try and stand up, walk out the door. breathinair. shout to your dead parents, try and climb the neighbours wall. if you do succeed and do not fall, go ahead into the living room and continue singing. Eventually someone will join in. good luck

it was ok that i did not wake up at 10 that day. next day, when i hit the shower the clock showed 714am. She was asleep in my bed when i left the apartment. My mood was cloudy that day, i remember it very well. Nothing had changed for a few years so i decided i had to do something. i went down to the clinic, took a blood sample and wrote in red: "to my dear darling, all my love written in my blood"

the sun shone in the screen as cars passed out in the street. it was a clear day for a lonely freak. it was obvious to the birds outside of the window the day would have an abrupt end. there were no wars, no comets coming down. It was just a bad stroke of depression coming down on the freak. He thought about jumping, but it was the second floor. It was then he thought he could write himself to death. ps: welcome to my life