Lost Love Lust

Tags: fun

• not canada.

  Monday. – Buh-jee-zus is it just me or is it haling in Arizona? – Minimum wage can be awful. I wouldn’t know though. – I have not had hair this soft in perhaps, ever. That would be just a guess, perhaps. – I need a t-shirt that says “You are my next picasso.” Why? Just [...]

• epitome & tapioca.

  The smell of oriental rice fills the house. Her dress spins lightly across the kitchen, humming softly, she drops a trickle of salt into the pan. Her shirt is a 1970′s beauty. Colorful, light dances upon the silk pink of her cheeks. A smile is such a joy when it is accompanied with the thought [...]

• gypsy rain & doinking.

  Wednesday. – I have to wake up in X hours. I am so annoyed. – I would smoke a cigarette, but then again, I haven’t smoked one in a while. Like a week. – I can’t sleep, apparently neither can the neighbor. – Cats, Teddy bears, who gives a fuck? – 5 out of 8 [...]

• moon walk.

  Funky dancing to “Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson, she sings like nobody is watching. Sliding dirty socks across the wood floors, she moonwalks her way to the espresso machine. This is epic.  Throwing a piece of ham on a hot slice of toast, she rock stars her way to the couch. Dust arises as she strategically dances [...]