over the curb

I gave up on many today. Things, people and their ridiculous combinations. You came with my favorite tea. Andrew with sailing, The Associate with dreams,  couple of losers with cars I sometimes need, Tom with good word, Veronica with joking around, many other arrangements of people and things.
Collage of interactions.
I am going to concentrate on little tasks and later get out of here. Far. In the past I could move to Indochina in one day. I stupid didn’t.
Then I still didn’t lose my programming of dates, timing, purpose. Now I did.
I am hanging in a beautiful place made of poverty, respect and confidence. And I watch for fun.
I watch everything I see. How it reflects in me. I suffer a little, when missing reflections of what I love to see.
I will be OK soon. I trust myself. I wonder of course how much of me is me and how much of other people have reincarnated in me.
Another collage of interactions. There was this French general who claimed to be reincarnation of Adolf Hitler.
Some other famous people being reincarnations of past historical figures. But I lived in the past. I am reincarnation of myself and
I have never seen you before. I only looked for you. Sorry. That’s harassment. I will call police on me.
No. I will start a hunger strike to protest treatment of me by myself.
I will stop posting to you in a couple of weeks. We both need to breath. I have stuff to attend to on this blog.
God, I am retarded and selfish.
Never mind the lyrics. I liked the title and I was using it somewhere else.  (what a terrible song)