PANICATTACK

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r u awake?
ok sweetness, let's milk our connection for awhile

today's been my first day at pratt...brooklyn is not a good area where to live, I really don't feel confortable there...here you seem to feel the danger solid on your skin, it's almost an animal sensation
the instsitute is quite large and well organized, everbody is involved in planning your whole life speaking about "cultural mixing" & blablabla socialblablabla
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as a fact, the buildings are physically a mess...sow some drawings on the wall, they where totally crappy things
there is no taste in visual beauty, but maybe It's just beacuse I used to study in a place where art direction comes first of all
... maybe, maybe not
the school organization is based on management, they seem to have to convince u in doing something (a something I still have to identify)
the public speaking is more important than the visual impact and the beauty still hides somewhere I have to discover
I had my first panic attack today, didn't feel at ease in a group, trying to escape any way still not managing, mad for half an hour just looking for an outdoor place where lay down a bit and forget the voice of the vice director, the responsible for international affairs...
in the end I run away

Franck:
OOPS, I'M READING EVERYTHING NOW!

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& laid down smoking a cigarette, relaxing, closing my eyes

Franck:
THE BEST ANTI-PANIC THERAPY

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opened them again & sow a one-kilo-mayonnaise glass bottle smashed down the sidewalk next to me
took a picture of it and closed my eyes again

Franck:
MARTINA YOU'RE SO FIGA

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sadmad