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And then he cried.

In line at the supermarket

Funny, I don’t remember the pain. I remember feeling empty, amputated, crying too much. Where is all the hurt? And why do I want to remember?

Time Continuous

Here we were the three of us. One might say past, present and future. Problem was I didn’t feel present, while none of them didn’t feel like the future.

Bikes, garbage and the same boarding queue

And finally I made it on the Internet. For euro 6, a small robbery. But hey. I have disconnected syndrome. So talk to you in a couple of hours.Tdaaa-daaa!

Defuse, diffuse

What is more important?

Love notes and deadlines, broken skin, traffic ahead and dreading it, me and other vane people priced 700, 450, or 250, depending on the cover. Here is to traveling, here is to taking it one thing at the time. It’s hard to focus.

I feel like such a wi-fi wiz

And it’s totally unjustified. I have not invented anything. I have merely followed some indications over the phone.  Life!

Howzit hangin’?

I’m writing this on a minute keyboard. It makes writing very painful. But there is no other connection for me to rant on. For some reason it’s a free day slash national slash populist celebration. God forbid anything fails you now, you are then officially fucked. The vet is celebrating 1st of May. So is the cable guy and the internet guys. Yes, I might have an internet addiction, but so far it’s been harmless.

Only now I am also hungry. The fridge was empty and so was my account too, thanks heavens for credit cards. So now I am drinking a dry white Castel Starmina. Not adviseable on an empty stomach, nor on a short temper. Nevertheless, I am a stilish bum, I challange you to state any different.

One last advice. Stay away from a controversy with me. I will orally sweep the floors with you when I’m like this.

Cheers and happy 1st of May to you too!

Nice to be free

Even if for a day only.

Sunset in the park

Genuine Alligator Made in France

The more tired, the more smart I am. Talking outfits here, not brains.

by the railway

Even if you don’t plan to shake (hands) on it

People, start washing your hands, when you’re done with your toilet business. Man, you’re gross. Modern apes! Thinking your dick is the cleanest, the best thing… is the epitome of self-centered consumer culture that will lead to human destruction. Flash news, I don’t want anything to do with your dick.