It has been over all a little confusing, because very first of everything I found the chair on the street, and from finding to having there was not a lot of time, to be honest. (It was the metal that sold it to me.) Like, good start. It was due to an exhibition where I have been with this other one that I don't enjoy that much. All this happening in the days where only thought was searching for the right way of expression.
I found some garbage on the street, and so I thought of the chair but in first place I passed it, because I am a minimalist. I went back. Went trough. I picked two things, Ken, in sort of a fighter outfit, and a radio, with two little microphones, in white and green. So I took him (the Ken) for the chair and the radio for myself, carried it all home, then, when I gave to the chair the doll, he was very happy. I guess him always scared of the cult, but let's not talk about this. I have been doing so, because the chair is been somebody important at that moment, and so I gifted him gifts, to flatter him.
Ah well, so, in the meanwhile I have been searching for a picture of the Ken, but because the WhatsApp profile picture expression phase is over, there is also no picture of it, but anyways, it has been a pretty typical one. I painted him a piercing. Because basically, then, the chair looked like the doll. It's because he had young skin, still has, I mean, is a young man. Anyways. [If you don't ask me so, can love start with something new?] I have liked this chair, but who am I to write this down, he would not be comfortable with that, since he expects himself a fighter. One day I wrote he has the calmness of a mother, also this, he would not accept. And that's why in the end, the doll had a pretty clear end on both sides, right? Was by the way all after the barbie movie. So interesting to mark is, that I have not seen the chair one time since we decided to not match the furniture anymore. Like, I did not see him naked, but wasted. Not sure, if in this relationship opposite happened, what now, in retrospective is actually little savage. Because I was just purring, but yes, actually, now that I am thinking about it, he wanted more the other one, I can never hide my eyes, that's might be it. I looked outside of them, but every now and then he looked so much into them back, I said the words of voice actor in my head.
It has been mainly awkward, but enough of this expression on big meta, so I changed to expression in little meta, because leaving it out you know I can not, is not my type. So > this is my choice for the day 12 of September, because the doll thing makes me think, how funny some people living with random dolls in their life because are their company. This funky women for example is 1.58m tall and can do like cool sex shit, but have not been further investigating, just thought rough view with the eyes, really hot toy.
Just now I know I trapped in a shady shitty trap that is actually my own, because I have been gifted with a barbie a little later. Thinking, somehow someone must have been lurking trough a key hole otherwise, what are the odds, no? This all happening while I did not speak about the Ken drama. Instead I have been thinking a lot about John Talabot these days, why ever, in any case I stopped in rela-tion the picture expression WhatsApp, it had been time, yes.
And so just to explain it a moment. I have been with the chair, but I have been also some other ones table at the same moment. So it's been little tornado debacle, since it was like to me like I to the chair, but doesn't matter at that point, because I also not have been understanding it for clear, instead I was having fun in my castle and the little life. I wrote some things down in this days, but now that this is over, it is all written there with little to no further explanation and mhm, it could be swallowed. Well, whatever. At the moment I am creeped out, so barbie bed time story now, I am claiming. Maybe is because of PMS, but I do not have PMS. Following.
Sweet person, so to be called, has been sorted out because of unnamable reasons, but then barbie stayed, and with that big drama started. Because I also carried out the coat now, and thinking about Gogol there is now this persona and oh my god I can not take her. The other day I am walking on the street to the institute, because there I go now all the time to do better (I think it is a good way to say stories later, yes yes have been to the institute, just for the narrative so to note) HOWEVER it is like good start of all horror movies. Because after little work I am meeting the lesbians, we drink cafe, we talk about the irrelevance etc etc and also about war and about how beautiful we are and so on, actually not that important. But then they say, we need to go home, because there's the Indian, or honestly I dont know where he is from, maybe Pakistan. whatever, they say they go home, but we would need to go in the same direction, basically. I start walking, and ladies say good bye, good evening, because they decided to take a little scooter (I have no heart for this scooters) and I start walking. Out of blue a man is coming up to me, is touching my arms, is saying just one word, and I swear there was so much white in his eyes at that moment: Barbie. I am going, excuse me, already walking again, man is following me and only saying one more time the exact same, barbie. So it's not only because the guy talking about it, but there is this homage, that I would destroy if I could, and hell what do I have to do with barbie. So I go home, clean all with witch craft, that is what the witch is recommending, and I put out barbie doll in front of my house. This morning: barbie still there, dress there also, but in the knees. Mhm. I am calling holistic detectives. Also informed the warrior, in case one day I will not be here anymore, she saying, yes I come and I keep checking.
Fiasco continued. I have been with the homeless, the artist, whatever, and we went to go Café-drinking. We take a seat, the woman says, please smoke a bit more outside and I show him the page, this page. Him saying, is you, is YOU, that is interpreting the Barbie thing into the life, I say, is not true, because I have been always playing with Playmobil (which by the way also contains from nature the two favorite words of a children) etc and stuff. So we change the subject. A second later a man is standing next to us, with a rose circle in his hands (holding it a little to heavy, such as he is scared), so he says, oh what a pretty face you have, what perfect hair, asks, do you know barbie? And instead of answering him I see to the other and I say, look there it is, the glitch in the matrix, I go, sorry, I can not. Smart person I am, so I go inside the tasca and I just stand on the counter, hoping that this time I need to wait as long as possible. While standing there, I hear them outside speaking, but actually I have no idea what about, but doesn't matter, I thought I can escape, but then I stand there on the counter, see the trousers. Being ready for an exorcist!