Mmmmm

Mmmm... Not sure how to illustrate this... Best not to then.
Diner with beautiful Chloe and Max... I'm sure his two/three/4 timing her.
Sure...
Too much rosé (two bottles yet again)
Bed
Sleep
We'll see tomorrow…


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Paris

Walking home
The mix of smells
The dope
The wine
The pussy
The cheap perfume

Rain
The hazy street lights

And somehow Journey sounds just about perfect

Alive

The storm has past
Life may bloom once again
Breathe
Breathe again
Breathe...

Make or break today

The dark cold wall awaits my crash.
Since Februrary, i think that there have only been 2 week end during which i haven't worked. This insane.
Overworked, stressed just about kept under control only because i avoid the clash and those who know me better let me glide by. But the bubble can burst at any time.
Underpaid. I mean for fuck's sake my credit card was blocked the other day. It's not as though i have parralel lives sucking on my account.
Money offers me freedom.
I have neither at the moment.
Undersexed...
And not even an erotic sidekick to get me going.
The future, at the moment looks like a solid brick wall that will not let me pass through.
Condecending G paints a daily picture if worst case senarios and does nothing about it... Note to me: tell him to shut it.
This life is all bollocks at the moment.
Up to me to make is all pink again.