the afternoon I'm in the room and Joy comes to tell the story of how last night accompanied home a man with a vest and John Lennon glasses jazz dancing in the middle of a nightclub. He says he likes it, perhaps, and expected to be good in bed, because it will leave immediately. I also said that she left her last boyfriend because he had a beard and stung when he kissed her.'re crazy, and he said I did what I wanted.
He says he wants to take me to the cabaret, I feel really good there, which is full of smart men who drink wine and talk for hours without stopping. I think today, Friday, I go with Joy anywhere. So I wonder.
tells me that this afternoon is going to a village 70 km from Avignon, to watch her drama teacher opened a library with a clown show for children. I think there, I lost nothing, but nor do I have nothing to lose there, so I decide to go with it.
But before that, and Corina Alba I ring. We're going to take a walk to find our Bar Avignon Winter. Is Our core having a Winter Bar. Should serve tea, have sofas, no chairs, not too dark, not too light, present but not annoying music, nice owners, be hot.
release the disposable camera that gave me a few days ago sacándole a photo to a store that had lots of watches absolutely beautiful, and I think in the life of a man who lives between tics and lives in ticks, where there is a second, but the sound of a thousand seconds at a time, untimely, perhaps ironically, and time runs at the speed of light, pressured by the rush of countless needle mechanisms.
And after that, I turn to mess with Joy in the car. He tells me I'm beautiful, and do not understand why he says this, but I appreciate it, and then when we got there, me as your favorite roommate. His teacher was amazed to hear me speak because they say I'm trop mignon (you know how people like a foreign accent) and I wonder why if I'm so trop Mignone, I have no boyfriend. There
arrived at 19:30 pm and the show started at 18:00, and it's funny to have led both to nothing, so I'm talking to a lovely man and a giant nose and help them remove all the scenarios. I get blood on hand. Give me one, two glasses of wine rouge, cream and olives, too.
Joy invited me to dinner at a Moroccan restaurant to compensate for making me go there at all (nothing at all, I think), and the food is delicious, and take a mint tea that filled my mouth with green.
Five children age 7 and smoke down the street and they have a crutch. They run towards us and I'm scared because we happen to hit the shoulders. They look strangely and shouting at us that if we go back to look at them as well, we hit a beating. I think they are very intelligent, could not go to bat down the street like that, but can take five crutches and kill anyone they please, or simply open the head or have a bit of ultraviolence, and made me think of 'Children of the Corn', and I was afraid during the whole trip back.
When we got home John Lennon is hoping to Joy, and there are more people, more people in my class, who have been drinking. I shot with them on the couch and I prepare the tea last night, talking about whatever.
I come into the room to write this because I can not close our eyes and Joy comes to me for advice about John Lennon. He's charming, your corpse. I wish they would not have shot so many times. I think you should call. Send a message that says' t'es très beau, tu sais. "
Then skip a song by Jean Ferrat and I get to sing with my bad accent, and Joy lying on my bed, showing me her umbilicus (belly button makes me think how I wish that were the navel navel She and able to support my head on him and kiss him with terrible slowness) and could not stop laughing I said 'ah, tu es tellement folie. "
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