Morning, way too early. Noise - train, subway. Beware of poison gases. Pants down, medical examination today.I still have to go to it, that is an annual tradition here in the schools, I consoled myself with the idea that this might be the last time. This time we were dropped by bus in one of... Lees verder →
I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I were a mechanic, fond of cars and can make and fix them myself or a construction worker or engineer who put all that knowledge and free time into building and renovating things instead of tinkering on paper. Would my life be different then? At... Lees verder →
The kitten that followed me when I was looking for the lost moon had been sleeping with me for several weeks now. In the morning when I got up I let her out and in the evening she waited for me, at night we would go for a walk in the park. She lasted like... Lees verder →
She has pure brown irises. She wears her long wavy hair as if a gentle breeze would dwell there, as if that is where everything is created. Her gaze sends that pleasant breeze my direction. She sits alone. I sit at a table in the same cafe as her and suck from an empty caffeine... Lees verder →
Locked in my little room, on break, I stopped studying for a while. Scrolling around now in front of my zombie screen. An Asian man who has to estimate the weight of three very busty women, feels and smells, she squeezes him between her breasts and then he emerges, looking intoxicated. Lost in size. Fake... Lees verder →
Between the terrace and me is a canal where pleasure boats pass by. Across the street, an old cigar shop flaunts itself. It tempts me. But I don't go. I won't take those big leaves rolled on woman thighs anymore. I don't want to be a copy of him. My bio dad. He procreated and... Lees verder →
She’s back. Her eyes look different, like traveling back and forth, didn’t do well. As if the pressure of being in different places at the same time, lingers on. She’s silent. While I explain the grammar of things like past perfect and past continuous. This new language for her. She wants to be in Ukraine,... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 