I took a sip, but it tasted pretty bitter. Autumn had totally arrived and my old friends were with me again, Coffee had changed a little bit but I handled that problem. I enjoyed my friends company and "sent" them a telepathic messages . The wind was blowing and my hair was flying above me, I tryed to convince myself, that I'm not wearing a strait jacket, but as time went I started conversations with my coffee cup and imaginary smoke. They tryed to get me to notice that I'm alone, but I was too tired and empathetic in that moment and I continued with my activity. When the black fluid was finished I looked down into the cup and I started to read. The coffee residual was telling me a story about a girl who was sitting alone on a big concrete block. She was drinking coffee and smoking her imaginary smoke, and talking to herself, laughing in the meantime. Suddenly she changed and started to cry, seems like a very double personality . I read that story and thought that it's a strange story and seems a little bit familiar, but i didn't realise why I felt de-ja-vu all the time. While reading, I felt a little bit cold, because I was sitting on a concrete block. The story ended at one point which I didn't like at all. At the end, the girl was walking into a lunatic aslym and started studying there, how to be more mad than she was. All the other mad people were with her and they all changed from time to time -more and more worse. Brainwash.
Suddenly the girl woke up and saw the sundown, next to her were "a" broken cup and a riven shirt, which had long white sleeves. Did she break the fortune or is the curse still there.. silly disquiet.
it is a votive for the 1. of September
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