Sunday, July 24, 2005

Call me Freud

I had this dream last nite, it was the best ever to me and I can't stop thinkin' about it.
Don't ask me to be anything more than I am right now: a pathetic girl daydreaming about people and places.
We're in this strange place and we're both playing in front of different audiences; at the end of the gig we meet and go upstairs in yer room; that room was the same of an old (half-crap) '60s movie taken in Shangai, I've been watchin' some months ago; but as I see it my reaction is: "Oh! the Paris room!". Just figure out a loud "Fascination street" playin' at this moment, coz that's all you'll get from me.
I thought I could write anything I wanted in here, but I was sooo wrong.
What a little bastard I am.

PS: thanx to Dvd for bein' the only one to know

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Ice-cream


I'm unable - completely UNABLE- to accept any comments about me, myself, my job, my methods, my hair, my body, my way of speaking, my bad jokes, my smell, my teeth, my belly, my friends, my choices, my frustration, my tears -blessed tears-.

PS: hail to my very fave, W.T.