bon soir, gilbert

i-am vazut prima data acum vreo unu doi ani in cismigiu. auzisem despre ei, dar mi-i imaginam altfel. mai simpli, mai urati. but they're not. they are white, and tall, and lonely even when they are not, and emo and in a way human. i mean it. look closely. they have the soft skin, and joints and everything. cei din cismigiu sunt chiar tatuati. lucru care ma prost dispune iremediabil. but recently after walkin pass it maybe a hundred times, ive noticed a new one. lonelier then any other. so i decided i would take him. he would be mine. he looks french. i thought i would give him a french name. maybe jerome, maybe gilbert, maybe roger. so every night i pass him by and say "bon soir, gilbert".

crazyish

vi se intampla vreodata sa vorbiti singuri? i find myself doing that pretty often lately.oricum its an old habit. its not crazy.or is it? adica frate i believe its only natural when u see a kitschishly dressed girl to go "thats not hot".or a cute guy "omg!".or a nice antique house "now thats a nice piece of architecture".or a screaming brat "would u shut the fuck up!". noo...this cant be crazy.u simply cant call me troubled. its just a way of expressing urself when theres no friend around to comment with u.right?right.