is there limits to any emptiness?
tried to wake you
you caught my arm mid air didn’t let me go
of course i’ve always kinda known
you said my fear of heights is only in my head
but from where else are fear supposed to come?
kissing achilles’ hand is hard and might be for nothing
he told me that by 23 they couldn’t find a single spot to poke him in
family holidays are not for the faint-hearted
but i’m back
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
– Robert Frost
demain bilan
demain 20 ans
can i be mad about it even if he doesn’t remember?
i do love a good prank in time of crisis
why are hurricane and boats she?
can in paper bag on the subway
i don’t think anyone’s fooled
they were buried together as a prank
too many
grey lies and aluminum lines
carte postale souvenirs de saint denis
someone help me i’m a businessman a very important businessman
thud
[laugh track]
fool me once
shame on you
fool me twice
shame on me
fool me thrice
shame on who?
antique olive and anton black
what a combo
even if they weren’t
i always knew they would go well together
wallpaper covered ceilings
complicated feelings
and i couldn’t want nor breathe motherfucker
you’ve never been good at apologies
and i’ve never been good with analogies
the night so black that the darkness hummed
and i don’t feel safe anymore, oh, what a mess
i wonder who’s watching me now, the IRS?
sometimes i think you were the one who gave me dandruff
and anger and a dimple on the chin
weak ankles, always a little rough
and so many papers to fill
resilience too
envie de me battre avec le crous
le dernier debout gagne
the sky is low
the clouds are mean
– Emily Dickinson
they’re shoes shoes, silly
we came to the conclusion that sick child and accident cancel each other out