THIS IS FUCKING INSANITY, LESS THEN 10 MINUTES TO BROKE THE DOOR AND RUN TO THE STREETS OF LONDON, TIME FOR WORK , TIME FOR SMILE, TIME FOR MORE NON-SENSE…
I CAN`T FIND MYSELF, I CAN`T FIND MYSELF IN ALL THIS….

BUT SOMEBODY BOUGHT A SMILE IN MY FACE AND IT WAS NOT MY HAND OR THE MUSIC BLASTING IN MY EARS AS I SPEAK WITH THE TYPOS!

KIND OF FEEL GOOD TO BE BACK TO A WORLD I WISH TO BE BEAUTIFUL, SADDLY NOT….YET.

(THERE IS HOPE)

TWIN HERVE SPEAK AND CRY

There are peoples who call u friends how pathetic it seems we never even met or felt a kiss, which I am sure would have seals the love and friendship we once, share…

Those words hurt me as they might hurt u, I wonder if I honest?
I don’t even think u truly cares, I was a nice “show-Freak” I guess…

No dolls, no sleep, and the same old job….
The difference I wrote a ballet, yes a ballet, I guess it could be turn into a modern version of a picture movie or could it?

I had a lot of time on my own, time I cry inside, I felt so lonely at time; death seems like an old friend I could not bare to even comp template to these days/ nights!

I am free and so scare as there is not poetry no nothing, as u have guess by now my little bloggies friends…

I shall be back but not as often I don’t see the futile gesture of doing this anymore but feel more pressurise to do my work which is work on my portfolio, by the way, I think it will be this year indeed…

The twins have gone, there are no more records, we are officially gone, disappear, extinguish, dead or alive no one shall remember who we were….

One day I hope the true will come up, as I have to lived with it for too long.

I am tired and wish a hug a big hug and a kiss, to feel alive, I don’t remember the day somebody kiss me and make me shiver, u words on the screen did…but was it anything real in it?

I sound bitter when I don’t feel it; I feel nothing I am…
This is my turn and later is turn….

Yes we were NEWS ONCE UPON A TIME IN 1970 to be precise, remember….
Ask u parents?

2 Childs raised by a Husky, barking AND eating form the ground like animals we are all…

I cry, I wish for impossible thing, but it is too late.

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WELCOME, WE ARE THE WOOLF TWINS.

Yes I am becoming this monster I have spend so much time, cutting into pieces and studies, how sad but in the eyes of so many I am , so well off, am I?

I am angry tonight, no big deals there is no-ones to receive my decaying moods so be it.
By the rule I have started to write a new book, I like to say so, as this is not a new chapter but a new bleeding B..K. got It.!

The all idea of this stupid bog was to write some kind of autobiography and well, I did I guess if u have the time and patience to reads by old posts, like letters I burns already…

I made friends and I lost friends…no a big deal I think of one in peculiar, he seems so keen so gentle and so futile tonight….in the u.s.a.
God bless America and may long live the oppressing regime of Iraq to do justice…

This is me with no dolls, with nothing…but hopes and dreams, and the drop of passion I feel…

But hey I will have time to start my little story as I have been let free…
U know who u are mister Irish men, yes I have finally managed to negotiate a deal and if all goes well before I expire be able to tell the true…the veritas!!!!

It will hurt if only me, I would thank the Buddha/ Jesus and whoever one wish…

My name is Margot, kind of strange for a boy I know, I will explain when I feel like it!
My twin name is Herve, we share the same blood the same hate and love but we are 2!

And yes we are about to be able to speak together.
Tonight I simply like to say, we are 1!

We shall be in touch….

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