oh dear, i've gotten fatter. only watered down orange juice from now on.

kitty cat kisses, beg to be fed. and it's so fun to chase the air, and tire yourself out.

i'll sit here till summer, and keep on my coat even in the sun. and i'll wait till winter, when it will be fitting, and i won't look so strange. and in the spring, flowers will grow out of my sleeves, and in winter mushrooms will cover my collar. but they will be of the deadliest poison, and that's the best i'll get.

roar. gosh i love candy, and chocolate, and popping candy with foot shaped strawberry dippers. and cigarettes, and alcoholic banana milkshakes, and blue soda, and buttery toast, and milk, and salt, and cooking wine, and cream. and biscuits, and caramel.

sometimes is feels like there is nothing, and other times, too much. and there's so much to be, but nothing to be also. you know?

a lonely bottle of champagne, can fill me up.

until the morning.

i forgot what real carrots tasted like, i just thought they tasted of nothing. but they taste real, and cold and crunchy and sweet.

it's easier to just give in. give in to the cold, because we'll never be warm.

a hat, is more forgiving than a cat.

deleting is so satisfying.