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The Sunday Reflex
Sep. 28th, 2003 08:57 pmI bought a cd at the supermarket today.
*hangs head in shame*
I never thought I would do that, specially with the Dexy's Midnight Runners! But it wasn't anything evil coursing through my veins, just a tempting sales that I couldn't resist. And the cd is great, it didn't get a scratch as it hung between the eggs and the chicken's breasts.
Then Momma and I watched a candy-coated piece of subversive evil film-making from France, called 8 Women. Catherine Deneuve snogged some actress called Fanny on a blood red carpet. And all 8 ladies had a little song. The incestuous daughter's song was the best. The cardgames-addicted maid's song was the worst. The alcoholic grandma was the funniest. And the colours were primary. It fit this afternoon so perfectly, but it should never ever be shown on TV. It was more like a play.
Modem connection internet takes forever.
Walking through my neighbourhood, shopping, returning movies, the sky grey. It felt so right to drop by Kensal Rise cemetery, hopefully float over the tombstones. But I didn't do that, of course. It's all in my head, and that's how it shall stay until my body rests on the futon tonight
(Is futon Japanese for insomnia?)
*hangs head in shame*
I never thought I would do that, specially with the Dexy's Midnight Runners! But it wasn't anything evil coursing through my veins, just a tempting sales that I couldn't resist. And the cd is great, it didn't get a scratch as it hung between the eggs and the chicken's breasts.
Then Momma and I watched a candy-coated piece of subversive evil film-making from France, called 8 Women. Catherine Deneuve snogged some actress called Fanny on a blood red carpet. And all 8 ladies had a little song. The incestuous daughter's song was the best. The cardgames-addicted maid's song was the worst. The alcoholic grandma was the funniest. And the colours were primary. It fit this afternoon so perfectly, but it should never ever be shown on TV. It was more like a play.
Modem connection internet takes forever.
Walking through my neighbourhood, shopping, returning movies, the sky grey. It felt so right to drop by Kensal Rise cemetery, hopefully float over the tombstones. But I didn't do that, of course. It's all in my head, and that's how it shall stay until my body rests on the futon tonight
(Is futon Japanese for insomnia?)
