Yeah, dear Denmark… You know I’ve grown fond of you over the last few years. I’ve never been the type to hide my emotions well, and you never seemed to refuse my sometimes aggressive affection. (Except that time at the customs, but Fantasyland push backs don’t really count) I wonder if it is because you…… Continue reading Kære Danmark…
« My brother gave me syphilis! » I love saying that phrase out loud. In crowds. The more people around me, and the nosier their ears are (nosy ears, that’s funny), the better. I love the looks and frowns it provokes. I love the barely hidden disgust on people’s faces at the thought of such open incest…… Continue reading My brother gave me syphilis…
“I also want to offer you the song ‘Isn’t she lovely’ from Steevie Wonder…” That’s what my mother wrote in my birthday card. Well, not all she wrote, but I was curious. It was supposed to represent me, and just by the title, I was a bit doubtfull. I didn’t want to disagree with my…… Continue reading Isn’t she lovely?
The Elvis song… It could have been playing, or not. – Remember that time you threw yourself at me, screaming that I was being cruel to you? I do… But to my defense, I was not sober. Not that it excuses harsh words being spoken, but sometimes, it makes things feel more intense… You had…… Continue reading Don’t be cruel…
Once I was 6 years old… I was the bubbliest little girl. I had long dark brown hair almost down to my knees, and wide hazel eyes open to the world. I started going to school, loved every minute with my teachers, devoured knowledge, was curious about anything and everything. I followed my parents, moving…… Continue reading Once I was 6 years old…
The days following the apparition of the green light, Him and I spent more and more time together… I made sure not to go knocking at his door unless the light was on, inviting me to do so. I couldn’t say for sure, because I never caught Him in action, but I was pretty sure…… Continue reading My glass house (part 6)
Looking out the window, febrile as a child. I have an envelope on its way from Denmark, and that is always exciting. Like yesterday and the day before, I wait in the living room until I hear the mailman’s vehicule getting parked in front of my apartment for our street’s daily delivery. It seems he…… Continue reading Waiting for the mailman…
That song always finds its way home, to the back of my head that would be. It plays in loops, giving me an urge to tap on my living room table, wondering what if…? What when…? I’ve been told spring and winter are the best times to visit, weather wise… I would have loved to…… Continue reading Cups song…
Not to be confused with the Crazy cat-Lady… You know, the Simpsons’ classic character throwing cats at people shouting shenanigans. The Cat-crazy Lady would never do that, she’d keep all those kittens for herself! She likes everything that’s furry, has claws and purrs. Likes? No loooooves, more like. She likes the other furry things but…… Continue reading Cat-crazy Lady…
Brouillard, neige, bourrasques, glace, blizzard, grésil, verglas, raffales, tonnerre, givre, frimas… C’était écrit dans le ciel, il parraîtrait. Assise sur mon divan, je tourne le dos à la fenêtre… La tempête passera, j’espère.
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