"Hi, this is Fifi, and I am sick."

"Hi, this is sick, and I am Fifi."

Comical Delusions By My Side

Hell of a month right?

Just counting down daily for that cold kiss on my cheeks from the wind...

Things have been wild but I think it's safe to say that they've settled down a bit.

Still carrying my heavy eyeballs.

Can anybody hear me?

I want to have a picnic.

Shocked long locks tomorrow in cryptic blue for many and no reasons at all...

Little wet tears

Three consecutive days of rain. Or was it four?
I felt fine swimming. Or was it crying?

Froid jours can once again be part of my daily vocabulaire.

Oratorio, but visually:

Puis qu'en oubli sui de vous

Sophia Coppola's voice fills the corridor's in my head.
I feel so disconnected and forgotten.





Due to daytime being so constricting, night was the only time left to contemplate on the past.
It's forever dissolved now. Lucid dreams are the only fulfillment that fill me.


My eyes are dry but luckily I've got some to remind me to blink.

Extention

There are way to many socks laying on my floor; they remind me daily that I must hand wash them.

Finally took my closet down today. See it as my initiative to alas begin the remodeling that I had mentioned earlier.

Does the alignment of this post bother you?

I've lost my mind.


JOLIJN SNIJDERS (somebody I wish to work for in the future)

Nassef