T0p D0g Reloaded

So where have my Energy jeans been today? Mingling with five hundred a piece suits. They were pretty amazed, but also relaxed, stuffing them bottom cheeks with shrimp, spinach amuse-bouche and really small mici. Been saying all the wrong things, I mean, no blunder, but no diplomatic talk either. Chit chat. My Energy jeans were the king of chit chat. Those who master the chit chat shall inherit the world, I say! And then, all of the sudden, my jeans got tired and let themselves out when nobody seemed to be paying attention. They have sent an sms on their way out. It read “So i left”. My jeans returned to normal, no movie tonight, they just laid there in the car, laid back, listening to Cafe del Mar for an hour or so before actually moving their ass to the supermarket. My jeans are a bit under the weather. Energy drained.

Tags: Uncategorized by monsoux
No Comments »

The rather ugly and boring reason I have been away last week is here.

Tags: Uncategorized by monsoux
7 Comments »

Chisinau, September 2006

Tags: a picture a day by monsoux
No Comments »

I slept and woke up rested.
…we stopped turning our backs at each other.
… my face stayed in one place.
… I stopped shedding my skin.
… I really were a slick two faced mother fucker.

Tags: Uncategorized by monsoux
No Comments »

Down there deep in my heart I have always believed “fall” comes from fallen leaves.

Tags: Uncategorized by monsoux
4 Comments »

Once, being a kid, I remember I had got so upset with my parents I threatened to leave rather then endure their dictatorship any longer. I was of course very fresh to this world and I did not really intend to leave them, but I did want to twist their arm so to speak. To my surprise my mum did not play along with my shameless blackmail plot so, in order to live up to the expectations and not to loose any face, I had to pack up my things and actually leave. Which I remember I did. I only took the bare essentials. At that time, all the toys that could fit into the plastic bag I hastily grabbed would qualify as essentials. Finally, there it looked like the only way out was the door. A little bit puzzled, but nevertheless determined, now I have learned it’s called stubbornness, I proceeded, without a clear idea of where. The most important thing was to proceed, which, again, I did. I did not make it far, actually not far down the hallway, when providence brought along my God-Mother. Another one of my three mums at the time, she was living not literally next door, but very close nevertheless. She casually asked me where I was headed, which made me burst into tears of realization the grandeur of little-old-me-left-all-alone-in-the-world-with-no-one-to-care-for-me-anymore. Years have passed since and I have learned she was keeping my way only because Mother had called her up just in time.

I tell you, it’s a conspiracy from, practically, day one.

Tags: Uncategorized by monsoux
2 Comments »