I feel very much strange at bus stops. They are best in spring, on tuesdays. sundays are usually scary. saturdays are slow. mondays are late and wednesdays are cold. thursdays are crowded and fridays are ugly. bus stops are best in spring, always on tuesdays.
spring, ring, ing
wake up ema, woke up.
it knows you. which brand you smoke and which machine you drive. what color is your mind, where you read your porn, what you drink while playing video games. eternally cooking for you. feeding the birds with your leftovers. cats under your table. stolen apple pies with no interesting odour. pure sunshine is not good for you and it knows you.
that you kiss the girl although she has a broken jaw. your stormy love songs, where you hide your socks or your punk photos. it knows what you like to have in the morning, in the night or during jogging. when you look after your contact lenses or your unknown babies. it knows what you wear in the bath and that you undress everything when you see a caterpillar. your bestfriend, the ultimate weapon you used last weekend to destroy your cuddling neighbour.
that you wish you went fishing with aliens. how you scratch your legs and watermellons get jealous. when you brush your teeth and koalas get drunk. why you miss your ex and bright eyes laugh inside you.
you make no sense to me,
i make no sense in this place,
it knows you better than me,
jump to the right and follow the leader.
last fm is fun. I want to dream about you and gonna make you mine. this nurse stuff is all over me now. no place left to hide. suspicious. excited. what number is devils half kiss? what color is your depression hair? how much is your ankles? tell me more.
Winter is snow. snow is on my door. I want to spend some more time for more and more. wouldn't it be great to ride a horse and live in a four hundred thousand pounds village near any british city. if you do, please run away faster than you can.
I wish the blue washed out and pink rotated in an extraordinary angle. I hope sun comes back when everybody makes his and her own icecream. I want you to melt without your carrot.
today is not my birthday.
sleeping is stupid.
it's all about science. always got the highest grades. a geek freak trying to act cool in the same spot, for too much long days. this world is too much interactivated. all lifes are at least once, terribly toxicated. looking forward to recieving a forward about saving my spare times. it's too easy to say there's nothing great about tv or internet. easy to say. we are the naked kings and queens in front of our usually blank screens, in this kingdom of sellfishness. that's pink in theory.
the fight club avenue. lesson 8 point six. illustrator cs2 saved my life on a 24 houred gray day. permission denied. if the room starts getting smaller you should better get rid of the unused furniture. junk is addictive. pull your strings until you climb off the walls. empty the boxes. fill the boxes again. this is what i luv to do in rainy days. remember and forget. at the same time. so my screen shines alot and my window gets all jeolous about my paintings.
standing on a circus ball have never been that easy. sometimes i feel confused and restart. if i sound meaningless, answer me. if you had to choose only 1 thing to do all your life long, what would it be? please try to scare the crap out of me but be honest.
sometimes hobbies have to turn into jobs and die. this way we swim safe with the tidy equilibrium wave.
this is no good.
get down.
i said get down.
liv lefts the room with no comments. long live the liv. please come back and act in teen movies. we need you deeply. we need definitely more teen movie. movies about parties, proms and revenges of the nerds. make it french with butter. put liv on the top. tadindan yeme.
ya da ya da ya da.
living indigo performance. long time no indigo go go. last weekend, while my nose was bugging me still. groovy outfit, sexy show, another dude experience. the video art was scary time to time but enjoyed the colors. hip and hop paralyzed with electricity. excellent weight parallel to height and volume. flash gordon kicks. cool glasses. amazing intro. another random blonde with magic lyrics. her name is superstar.
long live princess,
hurray!
I have a new pet now. he's called "cough". I cough and he coughs, I cough and he coughs. double cough, double fun. I found him on a rainy day and couldn't resist keeping him. we are best pals now. cough cough cough, play dead. good boy! here, have a cigarette.
at last;
you should be sick of my sickness posts.
spend more time with vitamins. wear more to go out. respect leather boots. be aware of october fests. I need cardigans, cardigans with huge buttons, cardigans which will match my muppet t-shirts and cardigans to forget on the bus. where do they go anyway?
I like cold, rain and snow but believe me if I could, I would punch the north wind on the face! when I grow so much up and become a mad mad scientist, I promise on my recent cardigans that I'm going to build a giant wind shield around this north hemisphere country.
in conclusion;
hat holding is depressing.
sweet 'o soft. dirty dirty candy. harsh harsh daydreaming. this is a childsong. tiny pinky moe. 90's youth. spending hours, hours and too much hours in front of the thing. too lazy to cook a decent meal but, ready to burn the house.
she stoped by and he tasted some sweet. she closed her eyes so he played incredible video games. she screamed so loud but his ears were full of marshmellow. she feels bad now, she is depressed or even sick. she doesn't care about the pink visitor. she just likes to feed the dinosaur. everybody thinks she is a liar liar but she will never invite her dinosaur indoors...
lyrics about:
"open the door, get on the floor;
everybody wants a dinosaur. "
focus the climate change. that shall give you the power to deal with bad bad thoughts. so you won't drive yourself mad. perfection is epidemic. but not like cold. if it catches you, it takes the form of your hips. I'm sure that few more weight is good to act warm at winter time. but don't forget that, fighting with stress is like riding a beach ball. a little more weight is pretty high risk. lack of sun, this time of the year; may be dangerous.
oh god!
somebody stop me please.
no more eating late.
it's getting harder to fall asleep. apple, the icon of intelegence, the bite of the first sinner and a cool mac logo. you wear contact lenses, feel depressed often and blog all day long?? here, have a cigar! be my guest.
we call the species; women. even i am not sure about the material and after couple of years, i realized my index page is totally torn! I will not complain about being one actually, this post is not something like " woman from venus". i just want to describe my pain tonight, with all it's sharp edges.
it's from left to right and up to bottom. inside probably but felt from outside. soft and hard. liquid and solid. sometimes gas too. symptoms: greasy hair, bubble body, weak muscles, disabled tounge, lack of sleep. good thing about it: you scare everyone. bad thing is: you scare yourself, too.
no, not luv sick.
just on duty.
blue, blue, bluest lips.
thank you.
great movie, with great stars. the children are not their parents. there is nothing such as a bad child. there are nerds anyway. prome queens still into harsh boys, who are pink inside. chicks won't hold the smoke inside. what was your best breakfast, think about it. mine is egg flavour bread.
teacher leave the kids alone, god damn it! brush your teeth. all bustards believe in one guy one girl thing. they are in. they are punished. they will do what they have to do. to be or not to be. to do or not to do. do be do be do. i still miss high school. you don't realise how great it's to be a teen when you are still a teen. bad hair days and football games. to suck in sports or in maths. einstein's grades were not that bright either. what will you be in the future? will you be in the future? going to be fat or going to be a bone head? where did the black boards go anyway. i hate white marker boards. they cause cancer.
trapped in school. it sounds scary but chemistry lab without teacher could be fun. i miss my desk. i miss my broken locker door. i miss my classmates. but i will survive. through this cruel world with duties.
i will survive like in the song.
actually that song is really gay.
man, P.E. was totally gay.
It's amazing to sleep sometimes. I'm thinking of puting my cotton wings in couple of minutes, after my coffee exam. I think coffee exams are what make my mornings worth to live. a little dust and a little snow, add some kinda water and guess the taste. I'm definitely, everytime new taste type. if something like that exist! sometimes I realise it's so sweet but i have to have it, I have to except my grade. world is tough, I know. one short smoke could help now.
when I was a little fella, I had a swinging donkey. with all the fur and ears, you know. well not all of us can have a swinging pony.. like all ponnies don't have wings to go to the shopping centre 2 blocks away. but what if they had, wouldn't be world a better place? I think there is more people who believe in unicorns than people who believe in aliens or god? but i believe in all. I think unicorns are alien and aliens are god. they all exist. sometimes I realise it's just a pink bullshit, but I have to take it, I have to except my grade. I'm a coffee tester with incredibly common beliefs.
this time it didn't go so well.
it's a C minus. hell!
what to do: play theme hospital, work belly, bath, watch football on tv, read, eat, sleep, wake, breakfast at some place, take the bus, work work work. anty anty work. immediately. confusion spots pop on my face. "people" I cry. push the button. look like brainless cans of tomato soup. recipe says, "nothing is related to happiness." not enough fortune left to cook a whole fortune cookie, but i know how to delete cookies. have a seat my child! or go to your room. can't decide and, but, no tv this time.
winter hits sweet. this morning. rain is strong. smoking outside is an amazing problem. could you turn on the lights? the day will come. we will miss icecream and electricity. this is a 4 season county with one star. enjoy coldest coca-cola. beware of mud. note to fridge: buy a new umbrella, rent recent dvd. what's hell? bus and stops. gosh!
today somebody told me that magenta is not "OK" for a serious visual identity. "liar!" the girl shouted. nixon lost just because of his "brown" suit, people say. what I learned today: "different people say different things." money makes you older, then you die. they put you inside a black rubber bag, burry with white sheets; under an extra bold boring brown texture anyway. first rule of the club: "think pink. but do -never- stick to it." plus; magenta is not pink. she sings the blues on a silver box of cigarettes. heavy grey ashes. london bridge suicide.
