Mar

Put me together with the bodies of the dead
And I will wait for life and breathe again
Scalpels scissors stitches skin
Wake this eternal sleep she's in
And we'll breed for you
On your command
I'm Mar. If I was a man, my name would be Béla. I am a walking contradiction; whispering and shouting. I'm very passionnate, the urge to create runs in my veins. Art is a big part of me. I'm very much into writing and I'm slowly leaning towards conceptual art. Cats fascinate me and I find myself feeling much sadder for homeless animals then homeless people. I'm an idealist and I'm rarely ever satisfied. I'm looking forwards to finally getting my degree and... I don't know after that. I would love to travel to Russia and Scottland. New-Brunswick sounds a bit more realistic for the time being, however. Overly happy people annoy me and I don't feel the need to walk around in enormous furry boots. I want to live in a world designed by Lewis Carroll and Tim Burton. I like esoterism and wish everyday was Halloween. I overuse the word "exquisite", sip on rhum&coke, bake cupcakes, stare at pale eyes, win huge amounts of prizes at procrastinating and really am not as snobby as people seem to think I am. I'm just not all that outgoing.

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Qu’est-ce que tu dirais si j’étais debout sur ma tête?
Crachant sur les passants
Qui ne comprennent pas
Qui ne comprennent pas
Que je suis fatigué
Fatigué de marcher
Fatigué de souffler
Pour chauffer mon royaume
Mon bien trop beau royaume
Mon bien trop grand royaume
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