Waiter

I don't need or like what I'd see tomorrow.
I'd probably hate it to my bone if they wouldn't keep it underground.
If tomorrow I'd get in this fight that is now from the joke on me last year.
My parents opened it, like a scar, and if I could to compare it to water, this blood from this scar is flowing like Niagara Falls.
Nice comparing, isn't it?

I don't want be in tomorrow if I would be in the middle of this war, if they know it.
And tomorrow is few hours away.
I don't like the future I imagine.
I know tomorrow will be better then I imagining to be.
But all I can see its screaming, blaming, not crying -as much as I would love to-, pain, and if I had to - runs.

I want to go to a concert.
I've been only in one... on the 4th grade... of Justin Bieber.... disgusting myself.
But I've found that the mcr supposed (or really did) to had a concert at 2007's spring.
Of course it would mean different to 6-year-old me.

But, Black Veil Brides, and probably many future bands will come.
But if not, I won't blame them.
Israel has NEVER was a big fun for artist.
An experience...
Not necessarily fun, but tanned beach babes of Israel...
Well Tel-Aviv and Eilat can be the best one night stands if you have abs and meduim+ face.
And if you don't...
Well..
Dark places could work better for you.

And girls...
Oh girls....
Just act slutty.
It working even to trolls.


I'm so tired.
I don't get why.
Maybe just my brain got scared from those horror sights.
Gaza and Israel are in better relationship than what my brain gives me.

And for your knowledge, we have never-ending wars.




So I guess I'll wait for tomorrow.
I hope your reality-dreams-best-friend will be with you and won't wish to die.
I hope mine, doesn't know.
I'll stick iwth my correct best friends.
Maya G and Maya DS.

Life's good.
Food too.
Fats aren't.
I like hamsters.

And this is was another poetry.

The word of the post.
Desire.
A word for passion, will, and slipping between my teeth, sliding on my tongue.
I love this word and I shall use it more.
Well I desire for..



Berries, survivors.
I hope you'll make it.