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Very detox

Gravity activated just beneath my feet; they feel so soily (sauteed in soil).. First thing, I thought it is bad, secondly the cloudiness was already tiring...

_some ginger beer?

-No,Sir.. I'm at the edge of the sky, just about to christen the enabled sunrise...

_I thought it's never late

_Late for what?

_Late to talk over some ginger beer or raspberry spear-mint tea, whichever you would prefer, honey

-Honey? I'd rather be condensed milk, not everyone loves, but some simply adore...

-Up for a chat?

-About what?

-About your being here, at the edge of the sky?

_I thought I could skip this bit...

_you mean describing and explaining...

_exactly..

_Why?

-That's all I did, back on earth...

_Well, your toes are still soily...

The awkward moment of living on earth, among gnomes and people, warriors and suffering, hunger and fears, still having your feet in the clouds..and once in forever, once in the time being, once and hereinafter, making it to the sky....with lots of soil sticking from beyond...

by the way: I love it

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When thoughts resurrect into paper

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My art detox

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first I thought...

 First I thought it would be awesome.Well, awesome it was, but more of a flight upside down

First I thought I am beautiful, then I realised I am likeable.

First I thought he is the right person, then I figured out he doesn't even care. 

First I  rushed to tell him all my news, then I closed the inside doors and waited for his knock.

First I hugged everything I wanted to, then I  turned some serious filters on.

First I thought they do care about me, about what I do and who I am, then it came home to me they don't.

First I was myself, then I turned into what they made me.

First I adored the sun, then I got burnt.

First I was a child, then I grew up.

First this was fun, then it got boring.

First  I was a huge smiley, then I learnt to relax.

First I missed his hands, then I got used to them.

First I was happy, then I got pleased.

a honeymoon flashback of an old lady

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a detox detox

_do you know where Jamaica is?

-no

_would you like to go there?

-yes

-what do u like in men

-eyes..brown eyes

-if you were a dog, what would you be like

-english bulldog

-why?

-i got a big head

-why?

-because there's too much to fit in

-are u happy?

-yes

 -when 

_when I was born

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start-up detox

never underestimated the power of a sparkly-eyed speech..If I were someone to buy the world, I would do that not only because pandas and baby-giraffes are a part of it, but also due to the start-up scene and this booming quest for easing life and making it so much cooler to cope with.

The main syndrome for  a success-prone start-up seems the eye for doing things otherwise, not like these guys out there are used to. 

-do you think i need to play this game?

-why not?

-why yes?

-it's fun

-and scary

-turn off the scary and make the most of fun

-i will

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a very sassy female detox

Woman, let thy dreams be curvier than thy thighs...

it is ridiculously sad how incapable ladies are of alternative thinking. For instance when shopping for new garments, they are likelier to go for those similar to the old ones they are used to. Or, with men. Women are so scared to be alone at times that are inclined to choose the same masculine prototype they ran away from screaming some time ago.. Why? Because they already know how to treat the creature, startled at the perspectives of a different essence, unknown behaviour or being not enough for the non-discovered human being. They repeat the same mistakes, shed the same tears and find comfort in the same clothes.

Alternatives and options are too challenging for the flirty content on heels. Still, they are amazing in the way they cast love, unforgivably generous and limitlessly warm.

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a nurofen detox

-garlic dreams, huh?

-not really..

-not in the mood?

-quite right

-my darling,

_don't be a painkiller...

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-a baby elephant detox

-the sun is sunnier than ever

-take a nap here

-I can't, i am too big

-you were born last week, how can you be too big?

-it's hard to be a baby elephant...

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my baby tees)love  them

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a baby painting detox

-do you love me?

-i suppose

-why are you not sure?

-it is night, i don't see quite well

-do you need to see me to love me?

-i guess yes

-here's a lamp..

-u're interesting

-do you like my colour?

-yes

-my shape?

-yes, you are so flexible, i can't even believe it

-I am sad

-why?

-i am an emotional trash of yours

-no

-do you hear me when I talk to you across your sleep?

A tense talk with a painting of mine

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deadly detox

if i were in a casket, mourned over and cried upon, would I ever dare to utter I am not dead?

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those who waited, detox

the form of her chin reminded him of a spooky Saturday under the Scottish sun. she was a policewoman, all tidy and strict, with a ready-to-vomit ego, airbrushed by her thirties. he was a canoe-driver, a tech-addict, a 46-six-chromosome healthy man, desiring to unwrap her.  the wind was patterned, while her chin trembled. he could humbly guess her through the sinless winks at the corner of those noisy cheeks. motionless and still they waited for togetherness, like a holiday meal. tasty, but  once in a year,  one  special day, but not now, one day, yet until....

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flamingo detox

among the pink flamingos, so overwhelmed with shrimps, there came a red one, who didn't eat fish. and he was mine;

_do you have a home?

-my home is yourself

-how come?

-it is simple...I am attached

-where were you born

-far 

-so you come from somewhere, do you?

-not really

-how is that?

_i was born to eat prawns and smile at dawns 

-and?

-and there you came..where will you bury me?

_? 

-where will you bury me when I die

-where would you want?

-in your veins

-why?

-I'll stay red ..your red flamingo that rarely smiles

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Elasticity of my senses was gorgeously approved while in sleep, hence I dropped the colours and fell in love with the results.

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hug detox or the little sentimental me

situated on the verge of a tree-chunk, the probability of changing lives was miserably low, but still there. Through the mash in a clumsy brain of mine, the old man uttered:

_u think u know everything?

_no, Sir, I am just browsing

-well, take a sit, it's high time.

-I am not tired, Sir. I just need a hug.

-A big and warm one, smelling vanilla, cherries and cardamon?

-Aha, and whispering the right noise in the right time

-do you like moments?

-i want an eternity

-eternity of hugs?

-of one hug I can return to

-where are you heading now?

-no idea

-then take a sit, 

-why?

-no one hugs you walking..