wishes.

I hope that you're not anorexic 'cause it's boring and it sucks. Don't worry/ be happy.

I used to wish Nosferatu was my best buddy.

You shall not be surprised
if I tell you
I’m not scared
watching horror movies.

Let’s now talk about intimate relationships.

let's talk about the sublime, undandy andy.

art pops
out of my andy warhol mouth.

morning nostalgia.

I am too hangover
to make myself breakfast
is there a place
I can order some
pancakes blueberry waffles peanut butter & jam toasts coffee honeycombs
and loads of maple syrup.
Oh, and if I could get as well
my mother reading the newspaper my sister’s alien looking face when she just woke up and the noises my father makes in the morning because he always wakes up way earlier than everyone.
That would be pretty awesome.

les mots mouillés.

Il a beaucoup plu
et du coup
Sartre est tout mouillé dans le fond de mon sac.
Il y a aussi
mes mains mon corps mon coeur
qui ont pris l’eau.
Il est possible de
mesurer mon tempérament
en degré Celsius.
Mon cœur est une
éponge à température.
Lorsque le soleil
et son absence
viennent déposer
différentes couleurs tout autour
je me fais caméléon.

j'ai le coeur gros.

le coeur gros,
le cerveau en patates pilées,
une tête en pâté chinois.
j'ai mal entre le steak blé d'inde patates.

the haunting.

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