This is how cool my cousin is.

Whole and a Hackneyed Metaphor

Meeting up with old friends expensive drinks and supermarkets, crowded with the shake of end of day.

Stolen bikes. A bottle each and we're on the metro, but only for ten seconds.

On the quai de la seine downing champagne the reminder of old times, chat-banc and trips to the isle of whight.

Here, parisian and ever so slightly browned by sunshine I am whole again. Lost in good friendships, people who have time to love you. It's a constant lullaby. Old Nick, my friend, feet raw on the river bank concrete. Lit bateau mouche, telling stories every time you light up the kid's eyes. My god, my darling have another sip. I wish you wouldn't worry. Because I've been singing sad songs for a long time now. And I'm taking you in as much as the Rosee we're drinking.

You're rich and paying for 15euro margaritas and seven euro evians.

"Come to my party for champagne and evian!" Laughing because it's been so long and yet it hasnt been a second since I've last seen you.

I wish I had more time.

porque yo no quiero cobardes 
que me hagan sufrir

I smell dentistry.

Ojos Asi

TETRIS!

SHAKIRA SHAKIRA

arthritis an uprising in my finger canals!

TETRIS!

SHAKIRA SHAKIRA

Frank Sinatra!

sera mejor asi

undaneath your clothes! theres an endless story!

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Too much tetris. Too much shakira shakira.

What is it with humans' inability to make each other feel appreciated. What is it with their inability to be honest. What is it with humans' inability to be  What is it with their inability to 

broken fucking record.

Canadian and British Shows; the Illustration of a Bet Ending Bad.

Lids shut on a well behaved, classic, sunrise.

Nerves askew, balancing white winters and hand me down shoes.

Charisma dances. Winding me up for two minutes of buzzing and clicking.

Lieutenant Bullshit, the constant nightmare of comfort and regret,

Crushing ice with your eyeballs, gracefully sarcastically finite.

Grenadine

Sprite.

I just found out that ''anal cancer'' exists.

What the fuck? I didn't buzz you in. How the monkey did you get in here?

Acryllic is not for the face.

It dries like enamel on the skin

tooralooraloor tooralooraley

upon his knee a pretty wench

and on the table a jug of punch

Fete de la Musique

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