Ooooooooh! I can’t wait for this! so so purrfect! just my thang! so rad!

I just found some verses-actually I think they’re lyrics to a “song “I once started to write )))) sheesh! not that I ever had such pretenses…

“Hey, girl, I don’t mean to be an ogre,

But truth be told…

You’re no fun when you’re just sober.

I’ve been flying beers by your eyes

And even some anatomy.

So, I’m starting to think it’s me you despise”.

I’m up to ignore that, I won after all,

With both our backs behind the wall.

Next you’re dreaming of cool times in your teens

And then wake up to find a plate full of greens.

So you begin to think, well… life’s getting sad

And suddenly you shout: “it’s not yet as bad!”.

U begin to consider to skip every meal

When it’s just half a radish, u were able to steal. (more like 1/5 of one actually)

I gave you my burger, the burger I cherished

You couldn’t care less, so our love had thus perished.

Alas, our love has kicked the bucket,

Nothing can help, not even chocolate. 

Ok, maybe you can hit me with a serenade

So that I might forget that you hesitate,

But then it’s hard to say, I’d best be on my way, wake up while it’s still today. And leave you waving while I cruise away…

Well, you start to beg and you make me weep

I’m no fool and merely gonna give you a tip:

Don’t grovel and moan, it’s so pathetic

And it’s so obsolete, in this story, get it?

Now all those vows just seem overrated,

Not to mention that love that you’ve masqueraded.

apple and cinnamon cake

miracle cake

sponge cake

muffins

semolina pudding

-that’s the poem and I don’t know why. spring really shouldn’t be.

And so I fade under a windy wish and the name Harry,
hushed thru the rustles of gummy Lego bits.
The poke goes back to me yet again,
the undesirable.
Cross off the bars but eye the purple slashes underneath,
and all those rosy dots, sworn fellowship of empathy.
It was the scrubby, scented trunk I was courting,
who cared about the withered branches? The trunk sang to me.
but I’ve lost its gaze. It’s on neither side.
Round and round, I trace the strings
and come out with watery fingers.
Walking in reverse? Guarding? Yes, myself.
Un-“ess”-ed. The midget slice tossed out
spiked me up with bitter pulp.
It’s foggy up there, where I should be judging.
crammed and devitalised in the middle.
awake and prejudiced down below.
chilled and restless on the ground.
The fountain has cringed its cursive fiery limbs,
It-not me.

the loser me is resurfacing more and more..i seem to be losing/ losing it so much lately. i could have squished that doggy’s tale if it kept yapping at me.

i’m thinkin..if i dont go completely fruity soon or do not attempt permanent existence effects, smth..

I like cereal. I look around but I’m stuck on.

mayb.

oh, i remember. wanted to say that I met an ole high-school mate, Alexandra B., such a sweet girl. i sorta bursted out on her bout my fear of growin-up, well…thru detours of words but…she got the point and was totally playin my tune. somehow i felt reassured, she said as much also. i think we were both kinda tearing at one point, i mean it was windy but…i dunno…they tell ya that u need to wake up and do this and stop that but, that’s not good enough, we’ve always played with matches, pouted, ran away, climbed on cloud nine again with that choco bar in our hands and woke up earlier on saturday to watch tom & jerry. why dont we get payed just for livin’ out our lives?

[im afraid only of the important things.]

Tempted to : arde-o nene, pana ti se face scrum.

But no, no…”ce ma bag eu?” said Toma. “Ce-mi veni mie cu…”- “Pai cum sa nu-mi vina, cum sa nu-mi vina!?!”

Flatness is bliss. Smudged burgundy hung over cockadoodledos, barefeet on skinny fur, snowflake on the tip of my nose and some voice scrunching in my left ear and home. As unsettled as I started out, perhaps only a tad taken away. Up another inch on the ladder above the crystal downwards concavity, if only for a short while. I’m definitely knitting a bit too tight a sweater and encrusting way too many stones in it. Let it hang loose, let it breathe, or else it will choke u. This morning I thought I could breathe easier, my own fingers slightly removed from the hold. Everything is passed on, I know. There’s no point in stopping. The wave will carry u, no worry there. Don’t fret and u’ll be riding it like a pro surfer…(and no buts! )

lizards & vandals, my tummy was in a real fist fight. what grips! this only to fortify my already retractive dribblings. er…what’s it called, what’s the word? oh yeah, lame! im kinda thinkin i need to hang in there till summer, summer’s gonna come whisping all the screwings away! (it’s just gotta!)

today’s cookie…from my “cookies and biscuits” bookling. it’s called Nanaimo and..though the glaze didn’t come out too comely, the taste’s what the ingredients make of it, so…enjoyed.