Fashion does it Better

06-12-15

Milkless Blah-Blah and Some Honey all my Way

I went to the supermarket and my favorite cashier wasn't there. No smile, tonight. Where was my little blonde? In another world, I do hope so. I sing, with my naked heart, I give my lungs out, I survive somehow. Without my cashier, loveless as usual. And I still sing. I drop words as if I were alone. Wait, I am, on my own, talking to myself, yelling at myself, swimming in a river of cheap beer, surviving thank to a couple ciggies. I shall eat, perhaps a pill or two, tomorrow gotta be a good son again. So, benzo, benzo, benzo,... [Lire la suite]
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05-12-15

Two Beers and more than a Half

Two beers and a half, that's what it takes to get the bubbles back, and to follow the inspiration going through, to be in tune with the moon. They say I'm just like a friend of mine, may they spoil their tongue and drool some dirt, together, and a half. I can't buy your damned dreams, I'm fated to try, only try, but I do like fire when it burns. There is no joker, no cocaine around, just happy water that makes lovely brains. Where's my coat, where's my skin, where is my underwear as I have to begin, with something earthly while... [Lire la suite]
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04-12-15

Breslau

And that sun went down, while I was in between, up and down, I'm russian mountains. Between feathers and fears, laughters and tears. Got no money in my pocket to bucket, got no heart in my chest to swing my blood. Don't have much, though I worship the bits I have, wanna see the end of my own movie. Even the days I wanna drown, dreaming of seas of beer, even these days, I feel there might exist a gentle tomorrow. Not much belief, zero trust, but out of curiosity I resist. It's a kind of a bad joke my shoes still walk on wet... [Lire la suite]
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04-12-15

Salammbâ

It's a story 'bout war(t)(s), blood(s), guts, fur and furs, and disco songs. It takes place in a small pub in a small town in a small-towned world. It's as disgusting as Grandma's dinner. Plenty of gall, a full dose of venom poured over it but we are still legends. When other (castrated, oh-my-omega) wolves are howling in front of their glass of beer, we stand up, we stand out from that one-man crowd, careless and free like the wind in summertime. We hate bikes, we play dykes, we are. We love songs, we're a love song,... [Lire la suite]
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03-12-15

Polyester Doll

I've got your perfume in my nostrils and it doesn't want to leave. Got it in my soul, it made me hypnotized. Had your leather glove in my hand, and your taste doesn't want to let me go. You – and I know there is thousands of so-called 'you' written or dropped on this page – offered me such memories, that I have a hard time to get rid of myself. With a little light, I made the decision to survive, some more weeks that could turn into years. We'll decide as all our alls go by. We'll see how heat turns itself on and what options... [Lire la suite]
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29-11-15

Happy Sorrows

Leave me as there's no tomorrow, live me 'cause there's no tomorrow, hang me on your neck, wear me on your wrist. Nothing will happen, anyway, as nothing is our everyday, nobody exists, nobody exits, nobody knows the void as I do. Hundreds of times, I tried to let go, to escape forever but I wasn't able to imagine what could and would be my way out. Tunnels are too dark, and seas too deep, tubs are too nice to drown myself, when champagne flows. We love glamour much more than clamour, we love glitz, we drink till the morning... [Lire la suite]
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28-11-15

Malpolitik

Russian girls smiling on Vogue Turkey's latest cover. It's a deal, it's an image, it can be seen from every single angle you want to look at from, wherever you're seating at the moment. I don't seat, I lay in my bed, I hear kids running back and forth, in the corridor, and laugh, and shout their happiness at each of their fast steps. I think, force myself to think despite my red and itchy eyes, despite the cold outside and the heavy night pasting its sticky darkness on the rooftops of the city. Makes me wonder, makes us wonder,... [Lire la suite]
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28-11-15

Erautism

I'm losing even what I've never had, in a grin, in a simple glimpse. No more salty water drips from the eye, only coaldust flying from lashes to the heavy air of the room. Not many lights still burn and the smooth smell of smoke floats around like a river flows around the rocks, moving in circles, curls, curves. Shadows are our shadiest shelter, the comfort zone never to be taken for granted or real as all tricks may be lurking around the dead angle next door. Darkness, though, fuels our lust for colors, for lids-closed... [Lire la suite]
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21-11-15

Serendipity

Keep it easy, keep it going, nosy babies make noisy maybes. Smokey skies are the only ceiling nearby, and the grey blade of a sword is my sole shadow when I wander under the vanished sun. I hold my sins in my shivering arms, the same way others walk their soul around like their dog and smile. But that's no children's smiles, that's just white and bright, plain and empty, and I'm only looking for serendipity. We've crossed some angry oceans, escaped alive from caved in tunnels, talked bad to some mountains and kept sailing,... [Lire la suite]
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19-11-15

Pigeons are so heavily sexy

On the backseat of a camper van, laid a woman with vanished charms, and her lover with his neverending smile, neverending glasses, neverending behinds and betweens. I was waiting for a knock, waiting for a sign. All I've been able to witness was a merry comedy, with a bit of tear in every single eye. Grown-up gowns are a fantasy of poor-souled people, ruffles are dancing with the wind of theirs. And us, standing stones in that storms. We watched and couldn't get our mouthes closed, couldn't keep our teeth silent anymore. White cries... [Lire la suite]
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