George

My heart never rushes when I'm with him.
It never even did when he touched my hair. He stroke my hair and made me look in the mirror. He was loving my hair. He was not loving me. I am aware of our animal attraction for each other and I hope we will remain friends. We're not even lovers, we're lonely and needy. Both in the same sack. It's easy and very nice, but not satisfactory. His sweat is sour, just as my thoughts are. I like his smell, but he pretends I don't have one.
George and I are part-time lovers, waiting for someone better to come.

Killing You Softly With My Words

Hi all,

and welcolme to my second/ new blog.

Yesterday I found this sheet of paper amongst my stuff, full of drawings and some words. This is what it says :

"BeAt KIdS
Kill him with your kindness
MEXICO
Clever Carott!
Dog Gyneco
Where do babies come from?
You're never too young to have a VietNam Flashback.
What are you coming from?
Hey look! the hot-dog highway!
Delicious murder
Ride w/ the devil, but the devil rides alone
WONDER SHOW ZEN
SIN"

It dates back from 2006, and I swear I was not on drugs at the time.

This random doodling / writing made me realised that I've got loads of short stories, or aborted short stories, or sentences and anything, really, that I have written for years.
The least I could do is starting a blog where they can Rest In Peace.

They're part of me, just as the entries on my other blog (in French) are, but they just wouldnt fit in it.

So here they are.

My creativity as a present for you.