Apples. Jams.Vinyls. White label. Max. Death by chocolate.

It rules the world. You know who (let’s call it alive creature). I can swear that she knows too. Always starts with coffee cup, you can’t find a start without that. Consist of all of us, in the air, we smell, blows up our heads. Blows us! Second it’s silk. Without silk it’s not worth a crown. Red, pink, essential, scream, cream, dream machine. I have shelves for days and draws too: 5 days to shine, 2 days to die. Do it your first time in public it will be emotion, cause when you start indoors projects it become feelings. Then I will be your own counting Amelia, I want big numbers. Have one huge walking emotion. I’m laughing so hard. We are trying not to write something erotic or pornographic, but a comedy, so grand comedy. You say: if I will invite you to come over? I say: maybe you can invite your gf to come over. You say : text me I say: you text me, after 20minutes you wrote: I don’t have your number and can swear that you don’t have mine. You listen Moby, finishing lasagna, deleting messages. I am doing manicure, knitting, watching Cupid.

It’s mind terrorism. Trying to do parapsychology to force to say facts: I want, I wish, I will do, I will go. It won’t work! Hear that sentence: won’t work!

It could work today to leave scar. No gossips. And who am I kidding.

Skinny. Blondie. I do not like your red sofa, prefer blue bar.

Bar. Tonic. Off shoulder. Dance with me.

Heart skipped a beat. No response.

Heart still skips it but pretends. It looks like it does not know what love is. Brain repeats that word as it is trying to remember something.

Want to write a book about our story. Our? My story. I live in it alone. I created a novel. I live in a novel.

Ending is going to look like this " They looked old, but where feeling in their thirties. Sat on their porch holding hands and tried not to regret spending life separately. They were present. That moment was a gift. It was perfect timing. It was planned by destiny. Life was cruel. That love was pure and needed that timing. There is no perfection. No idile. But that was close. She was still not broken Aquarius and it was first time that he had nothing to say."

I have not told to anyone that I met you. Not going to. This is going to be a little secret. It looks like I have you lock you further down. Never going to forget. Hoping that you are going to forget me.

all memories safe kept in white vine bottle.
Forget it forget it forget it.

still waiting for that miracle which happened while singing j'ai cru entendre. "Hope is good for breakfast but bad for dinner." When i will learn to use these thousands of sayings in head..

What is fashion, your morning cup, your bed and heels, when on every corner is advert: "They shoot single people don't they?" But real purpose is not being