Half Fiction, Half Me

I probably should ask consent from my mom (yes her name really is Lolita, yes I am still at times bewildered and frightened of her – but things got stranger, she’s a Prozac nation girly now and gets all the meds I would love to nom’ nom’).

Where to bloody begin, perhaps in the womb, in the cozy placenta. I was born 5 kg, five kiloGRAMS.
A little chubby infant, a lovechild from the slum.RU( yes)ns. Thick brick blocks-tetris town and in after the hospital, I returned to the 9ᵗʰ floor, number 33. I don’t fancy the number so much, I far more enjoy the number 7, its so sleek, so shiny, like that Vetements coat, but this one’s not a joke. (Latvia has a Scorpio sun, I miss it, when in there, I want to go back but the Korva LOL helps).

I love it, everytime I google my hood. 8 years after the collapse of good ole Soviet Union. One of the first pictures is a car being towed from the water, I think it’s a Volkswagen but i´m not quite sure and too lazy to close all these useless tabs to open it.

I probably should ask consent from my mom (yes her name really is Lolita, yes I am still at times bewildered and frightened of her – but things got stranger, she’s a Prozac nation girly now and gets all the meds I would love to nom’ nom’). She’s all responsibl now, she used to be little misfit, an alco punk and she swears she has never done drugs in her life.

If only she knew what phenobarbital is….

I am not quite sure if I should write half fiction have non-fiction. Only if you have the annoying chance
(jk I have grown to like myself, it’s very bizarre).

So, I guess its 1998 and my mom sees the red walkie man thingy and kapush, she got travelled all over, yeah, by forces of I can´t eveone fathom. Or she´s a derealisation professional.

The honest truths I´ll never find, time ain´t linear and memory is subjective.

. She doesn´t really bullshit about this stuff, she might have been at times a menace, but I doubt that lying is her forte. She has other vices … that I shall not comment on.

What do you reckon? Should I write this w-h-a-t-ever this is under my real name? Should I use my Instagram handle that I created at the tender age of 13:13 ᵍ my Dj name? I might be giving too much away already.

There´s nothing to really give away or to lose. Right now my spine aches but I know i´ve got my labrador (pure bred) human coming any minute so that cheers me up.

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