T0p D0g Reloaded

Or like a flower on the wall. Slept like a stone, after laughing a bit hysterically I admit, but the guys are absolutely OK, which is very much in my book. Depression or lack of thereof could not prevent me from eating (like) a pig. Went to bed at four. My mouth ulcerations are almost gone. So, welcome back, dear milk in my morning coffee. Soundtrack for the day is Marilyn Manson’s Eat Me, Drink Me. Can it get more appropriate than this?! Lassie’s victory over Flipper, 20 votes (57%) to 15 (42%), in last week’s poll, now makes complete sense. Stay tuned, will keep you posted.

Tags: a picture a day, irl, jukebox treasures, mixing like crazy, my life as a dark comedy and the plot thickens, state of mind needs good governance by monsoux
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I suck at saying goodbye. That is a fact. I have been sucking at this for almost one year now. I am not done chewing that yet. Today it was not only the alternator belt that snapped, broke and was fixed en route from Cioranca to Antwerp. It took you four calls to decide there is nothing left to be said. “At ease, soldier! And don’t be a stranger…” I probably need more time. And still, the reverb inside me was like the flat line on the heart monitor: none, no reverb.

It took us ten months to accept what some of the others probably knew the next moment you got on that train. You called now so that we could mutually agree upon the diagnosis: rigor mortis. I concurred.

This end is both a failure and a new beginning. Raising from the turmoil, the question. Will I ever again be able to love as much?

Tags: T, down that lane, hanging in loose, irl by monsoux
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