First dark night

Published on December 1, 2004 By Secret Literary Diary of Malte In Personal Relationships

I live in my apartment with my plant , and with stoled cactus. I stoled it from Malibu beach. It lives now in my tea-mug. My Brumelia and my cactus can live in the worst conditions. Ok,
that is finish about my friends. Now about me. You know, this is awesome in US that I can borrow 50 books from library, in Europe 4 per mounth is a lot. So, I borrowed 6, Malte /Rilke/, "The Voyager" Robbe-Grillet, something of Kundera, because is easy for reading in english for me, a play of Peter Schaffer "Amadeus",- I have to see this movie etc...I was writing it in order to scare away too little sophisticated people. I'd like to play with you my reader, stay with me. Short reflections about my life in L.A. When I going by bus everyone is staring at me. Maybe because I 'm so white, maybe because I'm so crazy. But they are different than me, everyone. Here is a lot of freakish people. Here everybody is smiling to me. Everybody is speaking to me. This is like insanity. Maybe I fit here. But I have also a car. I can separate from this people. I can separate from everything.Link Link

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