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Bluebeard and Rainy London
Apr. 27th, 2004 06:44 pmDiluvio.
Je voudrai faire le fucky-fucky avec vous.
London's sunny spell is over. The clouds opened up and the neighbours are knocking on my door: water pours down their lightbulbs; they must sit in the dark for fear of being electricuted. The staircase down our little turret is also soaked, the walls are crying.
Mon nouveau travail c'est l'enfer.
Kew Gardens was heaven. We didn't eat the apples we brought. We took photos inside Queen Victoria's glass houses. Some of the windows had been smashed with stones. Not even the British Empire can survive an illiterate hooligan. If I had a hormonal clock, it would have crashed at the sight of so many children. I look at Kevin and I want to ask him: do you want children one day?
My friend Dobrila is 6 months pregnant. I only found out yesterday. She's from Serbia but has lived most of her life in Toronto. I imagine her body, round like a "basket ball", so different from the last time I saw her, and I want to be by her side.
Je prendre la courage dans les livres erotiques.
It rains so hard that we cannot return a movie we rented: Body Double. I'd forgotten Frankie Goes to Hollywood's cameo, Melanie Griffiths tiny tits, the entourage of bad 80s in so many single frames.
Dans la nuit, je bois Earl's fucky-fucky Grey.
Je voudrai faire le fucky-fucky avec vous.
London's sunny spell is over. The clouds opened up and the neighbours are knocking on my door: water pours down their lightbulbs; they must sit in the dark for fear of being electricuted. The staircase down our little turret is also soaked, the walls are crying.
Mon nouveau travail c'est l'enfer.
Kew Gardens was heaven. We didn't eat the apples we brought. We took photos inside Queen Victoria's glass houses. Some of the windows had been smashed with stones. Not even the British Empire can survive an illiterate hooligan. If I had a hormonal clock, it would have crashed at the sight of so many children. I look at Kevin and I want to ask him: do you want children one day?
My friend Dobrila is 6 months pregnant. I only found out yesterday. She's from Serbia but has lived most of her life in Toronto. I imagine her body, round like a "basket ball", so different from the last time I saw her, and I want to be by her side.
Je prendre la courage dans les livres erotiques.
It rains so hard that we cannot return a movie we rented: Body Double. I'd forgotten Frankie Goes to Hollywood's cameo, Melanie Griffiths tiny tits, the entourage of bad 80s in so many single frames.
Dans la nuit, je bois Earl's fucky-fucky Grey.