I am an urban princess. I have no money and 1x trillion things I care nothing for. I am so frightened about organ harvesting. They drug you and just take them. You wake up without things that are inside you for several, viable reasons. I don't even like organ donation, it's disturbing. Probably wouldn't if I was in liver failure or something. If I was inside liver failure I'd try to make it a success.

"When I juggle, it is as if all that has been and all that will be and walk into the room of 'now.' The strange thing is that after a while, when I am there in the 'now-room,' I feel like I'm in all times at once. In the very moment that I throw, I have the time to analyze the last throw I did and prepare the next one. Problems and obstacles aren't hindering, but harmonize with the present. In the present, time grows."

Sometimes I'd like to colour myself in. It's this weird primordial urge I have, like it would complete me.

NOVEMBER 15 TWO THOUSAND AND NINE
Boredom rids the soul
of all the irrefutable magics
that we've been sold
Bought them for a
lonely background
and my mother's
suitable hold.
Now they're Lack-luster-
homeward bound
Boredom stripping all that
makes me whole

I wish I had my intangible expression back