food offerings of the morning.

i look at the moon on my left,

and i look at the moon on my right.

the left is the real moon, the right is the reflection on the moon in the window.

i look back at the real moon, then to the reflection moon.

i look at the real moon. i look at the reflection moon.

i look at the moon. i look at the moon.

i look back and back, and soon i can't figure out which is the real moon, and which is the reflection moon, and there are two moons, that mix into the same moon,

and i cant tell which is real anymore,

and they're the same.

i like sherry,

it makes me merry.

except for when,

i've had too many!

ahahahaha. yeah.

reow.

when they say her feet smell, they mean her nose.

It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear.

Gut Symmetries by Jeanette Winterson

wherever i am, that fucking dog goes.

a bit of madness shows that both nothing and everything have changed. and it's just different, but i don't know if it's better. not even this pouring rain is familiar in the long run. and then things will be like this always. oh Madness, how i adore thee.

it all turns shit so fast, faster than i can pretend.

we're not like you. we go to dirty old pubs, where lost men with their lost teeth reside. you can't really meet people there, but maybe we like the people we've already met. you don't really dance there, but if there's some live music and cheap alcohol, we will be the only ones dancing. we don't dance like you dance. it's not seductive or sleazy, it's just fun and silly and spontaneous.

we don't drink what you drink, specially made, fancy rainbow coloured bottled drinks. it's cheap, dirty, bad. whatever gives the fastest hit with the least amount of dollars, like paint junkies who can't afford the real thing.

and we don't think like you think. we think about flowers and tea, and cigarettes, and hurting. and we don't worry about what you worry about, school marks, or boyfriends or getting our hair wet. we worry about that we'll be if we lose each other, and we worry that maybe we really are nothing. i think that's what we're most afraid of. because we're not like you, and we're not afraid of dying.