My love for you is like a simmering vat of green chilli. Flavourful. Not too spicy, and simply fantastic on top of a chicken enchilada.
Which is why I feel all the more guilty for not seeing you for a few weeks. Also, I hope you’re fat and happy from the holidays. I am. Except for my ride over on Lufthansa. They can suck it.
But we have sadder fish to bake. It’s time we close the chapter on Nice and the Niçois. They have come and taken all of my worldly possessions (except the cat and my coffee machine), and have left me with a cold, empty home. A barren kitchen and a tile-covered floor, which is surprisingly frigid to sleep on in the winter. We have used our remaining cardboard boxes as insulation under the slowly deflating air mattress purchased from Eddie Bauer in October of 2006.
When a tear hits the floor, I hear its echo.
It’s a crisper, sharper sound then when the cat had a shit near the front door last night. Shorter, and softer than what I imagine it sounded like when he was pissing in cardboard box in the bathroom that had two mechanical pencils, a few golf balls, my Ti-85 graphing calculator and a 0,5 litre bottle of lavender fabric softener.
I'll see your sweet ass in Germany. A bientôt. . .
Which is why I feel all the more guilty for not seeing you for a few weeks. Also, I hope you’re fat and happy from the holidays. I am. Except for my ride over on Lufthansa. They can suck it.
But we have sadder fish to bake. It’s time we close the chapter on Nice and the Niçois. They have come and taken all of my worldly possessions (except the cat and my coffee machine), and have left me with a cold, empty home. A barren kitchen and a tile-covered floor, which is surprisingly frigid to sleep on in the winter. We have used our remaining cardboard boxes as insulation under the slowly deflating air mattress purchased from Eddie Bauer in October of 2006.
When a tear hits the floor, I hear its echo.
It’s a crisper, sharper sound then when the cat had a shit near the front door last night. Shorter, and softer than what I imagine it sounded like when he was pissing in cardboard box in the bathroom that had two mechanical pencils, a few golf balls, my Ti-85 graphing calculator and a 0,5 litre bottle of lavender fabric softener.
I'll see your sweet ass in Germany. A bientôt. . .
