Le. petit. train.
S’en va dans la campagne
Va et vient
Poursuit son chemin
Ser-pen-tin
De bois et de feraille
Rouille et vert de gris
Sous la pluieee

This head doctor had nothing better to offer, than to prescribe 4 types of dahls.

My analyst, um… ok psychiatrist, says I have a lot of anger inside of me. The true genius that he is.
Anger or not, I require a fork, fucktard.

…Take a girl like that
and put her in a natural setting,
like a.. cafe for example.

Along comes the boy and he’s looking for trouble
with a girl, like that
with a girl, like that

Who knows what they’ll decide to do?
Who knows what they’ll get up to?
I’d love to know,

wouldn’t you?..

here comes the rain again
falling on my head like a memory
falling on my head like a new emoSHON

let’s dance, the way we do.

A month ago, I plucked out of my beloved Lilac plant, a little weed that had rudely taken residence in there, eating away the goodness that was meant for another. I always feel rotten to destroy these little creatures and often, I put them in their own jars or toy pots. They have as much right to live as normal plants. This one weed, I put into a old perfume bottle and in the month that went by, it seemed that it liked living there and grew and grew. Today, it sprouted its first little flowers. They’re yellow and white but you can’t see that, because this is a monochrome diary of a monochromatic life. Happy little weed.

hi cutie
ah, look at you, looking better than ever. what’s your secret?
let’s do brunch soon.
call me?

there. now ring the bell.

10:02:58am #1 drops by for a look.
10:20:58am #2 also takes a little peek.
shortly thereafter, #1 and #2 engage in brief discussions.

a cold venti iced starbucks coffee, one of their very freshly done low fat blueberry muffins, a tall glass of chilled water, a nice firmly rolled up old holdborn cig and a tiny pink item. briefly, there layed ahead of me the makings of a pleasant 9 minutes.

Onze minutes plus tard,

lamenting on the unfortunate fact, that QuickTime messages-in-the-bottle cannot be popped open on the iPhone.

oh look, there’s a couple kissing a few meters away from me, under the scorching late noon sun. They have the same kind of hair as each other, but different sunglasses.