Either you tell me whats happening or just keep going. I would rather let you play your games on your own  than think You can behave the way you behave and get away each time because i m tolérant . i tolerate a lot of stupidities but at a certain point i have no time To waste. Once : is ok , everyone makes mistakes. Twice:  is already accepting your whims and  disrespect .And thrice ...there wont be no thrice. Because it confirm that its your 'choice 'therefore mine Will be To never open my door. Either you respect me or move out .

80 percent of our healing is based on placebo effects as 80 percent of our illness has been created by us. Before mal This became serious abandonnons us into fatalities.

Whatever wé claim that wé are.  A lot of it came from somewhere. If today wé are alive standing on our two feet it is thanks to those many who lived and died before us to make the understandings of our lives better. Therefore wé can do out best to deny these things but that wont change the facts of our interconnectivities

Cell phone.

Shovel full of lifeless silence.
Imobile and seasonless
In which wé freeze
As if wé ve forgotten how to speak
Not from lack of words
But from like a of autistic whiteness
Blotting out every footprint of our words.
All phrases burried shovel by shovel
As if wé have no elements to turn to.
As if the Trees, the stars ; the day, the night; the waters, the mountains; the birds, the breeze; were all gone.
Removed from the sky now wé admire the sunrises and sunsets in our cell phones.
The state fed serveurs feeds us into obédience.
The he,the she; the you, the me; the ours, the theirs; unplugged.

The apertures of our brains dilates to pixels we gulp voraciously
Wé make love to the machines wé have created
Fidelity promised to our cell phones than to out life partners
Till death masturbates us.