la luna

sara brightman.
fantastic music.
abstract thoughts – and you think – shit man, what kind of weird stuff does your brain get up to.
very well you might ask – i wish i had an answer for you. no i don’t. becuase i’ve got a bloody answer for you, if you’d bother to ask.

no no no – we don’t do that here. we don’t ask questions or whatever the hell it is you’re on about. it’s all meant to be… normal or fearful or whatever the hell it is. why have you chosen drunken fool as your mode for this piece of writing anyway?

black books.

british comedy you know – at its most bitter. bitterness. bitterness and no regret. bitterness is a part of life. you taste it in your teeth as much as the sugar you had too much of, the alchohol on your breath as you exhale at the drunken companion next to you, under your arm, lying camatose on your bed as you consider removing their clothing but think better of it as you really are ae nice person.

have you ever done that nav? had someone camatose on your bed?
not at all – but the description suits the feeling. aptly.
i like that word – apt. good for you.

so in that random head of yours, where everything is arrange, neatly in each bed of fertile soil of which you care for with such devoted passion,
…
i’m chatting to Jack now – goodnight.