repost from somewhere else

Entry for August 27, 2008

Some black ivy thrown on the sofa... some black coffee in bloom somewhere in this house... the garden is quiet. It's true... sometimes i think storm is about to come and those posters of a dead blonde seem so tragically cheap.

But my garden is quiet. So fuckin' quiet ... almost a goddamn mess. I love my coffee at 2 pm , I love my way of wasting words. Kinda' depressed. Kinda' looking for nothing. And storm is NOT about to come. This is my blog not a play by Chekhov. Damn seagull flying over my garden. Go away...

the fact is that... nothing has changed...absolutely nothing.