No one can hold you back, dear friends. As the ball rolls and goes downhill. I am Sisyphus or so it goes up and down the hill every day. I push and push then relax and watch it all fall back down again. The curse of Olympus. They say a day to a God is like a thousand years. So maybe it is not all so dark after all. My stomach is empty again. I want to eat but it is not necessary so I can not do it. Not even out of boredom And oh how bored I am. With my captivity, with my own hand of creativity How much stuff can you really make anyway? Creation is my escape. My prison is my heart, given to the Marquis oh so long ago I can't remember when. Well I can but I will not say. I will just say this and then everything. My journey is a long one the road is winding and it is quite beautiful really. But I always feel the most guilt about not eating. Like my secret diets are against the law. But what do I know, what I have forgot but I still know is the only law is la résistance française. In that understanding I will log my intake until I can no longer take it or something really beautiful happens.
Yesterday I ate:
one fresh salad with roman lettuce and fruit.
1 apple
2 strawberries
I drank:
1 cup of coconut water
2 cups of water
maybe I am too thirsty, never seem to get enough water.
Today I ate breakfast only:
one bowl of special k with soy milk (bowl unfinished as I speak).
Ce une forme artistique de la folie.
Josalisa à une émeute
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