lundi 1 janvier 2024

2024

 

NGR 

Wishing to all his loves

 Happy New Year 

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She doesn't stop writing, saying and doing these things. And I, I shouldn't be following her path, putting firewood in the fire and doing the same things that she innocently and angelically has been writing, saying and doing and wrongly on her social media, as I do.

Wrong place but a beautiful time with her. I wish it was true, a reality.


3 worlds


The thing is that in reality and in true she has been homeless, a nomade. She has been feeling lonely and a needy girl for a long time. Apart all the affairs that we had and have with each other along the times. She needs more than it.

She's got the need to speak with someone. To be heard, to talk and to express herself with someone. Mostly about the lovely things that she likes and loves so much. Things like our friendship, our travel adventures, our relationship and love stories. 

Where does she do it´ She does it on her social media. Why´ Because she is a need girl. She´s got these needs. She´s alone and lost. It is the reality. She´s homeless and alone.

She needs to have that someone, she hasn't, a love. She needs that someone's touch. Caress, word and a kiss in the morning, when she awakes, along the day and when she goes to sleep, when she needs most. In the mornings and in the evenings, when she's somewhere, drunk in thoughts, in dreams and fantasies.

She has to find that someone and that somewhere place to live. 


The thing is that we both like these things.


At this time, you all know what.


I'm very bad for her and I slap her. It is the truthful true and I love it. Whether She loves it or not, isn't my intention and it is not intentional.

Why' The question?

The reason' For a slap. A slap for a slap. She slaps love in me. I slap her and I like to do it.

 Till it gets a red 1

Dead, like me.


Goodmorning to my girl.

I Sensed that she was full of whipped cream. She *ing jumped over me this morning. Or was it last night. I remember her and where but don´t remember when. She was nervous and shaking. Well, I was too.


She blew herself or whatever. It won't be her last. Other special packages will come and be delivered. As it always happened.

Sending 

Kisses

NGR




She´s resting and fueling for the upcoming disgrace.

I wouldn´t be here doing nothing, nothing is what I´ve been doing here, instead, I would be elsewhere doing fab things, living my life somewhere with someone.




2024

 







dimanche 31 décembre 2023

Mathilde

 

N👄G👄R👄

👀dans le cou cul

No, she isn´t and was not trapped. She was excited and she said what she felt to say, the truth.

NGR RJR


Perfect day

Roll your eyes close And don't think about anything anymore From heaven to hell We'll let ourselves slide Roll to the valleys It's beautiful freedom Since there's nothing we can do with it Come on, go ahead and speed up It's a perfect day Neither good nor bad Just a perfect day Nothing to stop us It's a perfect day Neither good nor bad Just a perfect day Roll your eyes close, no need to talk, no need to talk Like you're my friend On the sleeping earth To be forgotten We've got to go light As far as we hope Come on, go for it, speed up It's a perfect day Neither good nor bad Just a perfect day Nothing to stop us It's a perfect day Neither good nor bad Just a perfect day Nothing to stop us It's a perfect day Neither good nor bad Just a perfect day Nothing to stop us It's a perfect day Just a perfect day

She told me

I don't think I love you anymore She told me that yesterday It slammed into the air Like a revolver shot I think I don't love you anymore She threw that away yesterday Between cheese and dessert Like my corpse in the sea I don't think I love you anymore Your skin is sandpaper Under my fingers, under my fingers I look at you and I cry Just for nothing, like that For no reason I'm crying I'm crying Like in front of an onion I'm crying Let's stop there Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me I don't think I love you anymore Get up, get up Don't blow your nose in my dress Not this time, get up You don't smell anymore Your lips are marble From the tomb of our love She told me that her blood was cold When I make love to you I think of him When I make love to him I don't think about you anymore Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me I don't think I love you anymore She told me that yesterday It blew up in the air Like an old clap of thunder I think I don't love you anymore I look at you, I don't see anything Your footsteps don't leave any more traces Next to mine I don't blame you I just don't have a fire anymore At the bottom of my stomach it's like this Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala