Thanks to Spudio for reassuring me this new site is not totalcrap. How little self-confidence is left when I’m about to tear away the blanket to reveal my new statue.

What’s up with these birds? Spring must be in their heads more than in the air; at seven they woke me singing outside.

I realize a “bird” is slang for a girl in English. I allow myself a second to imaging a girl whistling outside my windows. Spring makes us freak.

20000 seconds since you’re gone, and I’m still counting. 20000 reasons to get up, get something done, yet I’m still waiting, for someone kind enough to pick me up, give me food, assure me that the world is good. But you should be here,
you should be here.

First blood of the season, first mosquito squashed.

Jealous men and women, pressing their loved ones firmly against their chest in order to protect them, alsways seem to end up with the opposite of what they wanted.

Would they reach the opposite if they acted different? A colleague claimed at lunch that 66 procent of the people in a relation cheat on their partner. We’re animals, all of us.

My mood seems to darken as the sun is clouded, I feel like singing when dusky golden sun illuminates the dancing dust when I wake up. Why don’t we all move south? Would lower Xanax sales with 75

The last minute ticking away at the washing-saloon seems to last forever. Another tour. Another spin. I bet some evil programmer makes the machines display the last 5 minutes as one, just to get on our nerves. He’s got a trauma about being poor as a child, hated the washing saloons, became a programmer just to get even with the world.

My first baby word was ‘Kekoil’. I’ve been wandering about that lately. What could it mean? And all of a sudden it hit me. I must have been onto a branding idea for an oil refinery, called “Keq-Oil”

What the hell is a Keq anyway?