I've got a bow window and I cooked sushis
then I realised nice people said nice things
and the ego didn't even come out to take all the fruits

Then i tried a simple html exercice and my brain transformed into smashed Windows folders as I couldn't add correctly any picture nor locally test it
my fingers were suddenly full of keyboards strange signs my eyes wouldn't focus my head couldn't take windows folders anymore so I stopped
and looked for clarinet lessons.
Also I have 31 120films wisely waiting my huge fingers and the car-priced-hasselbald scanner

In my street it's full England, women in saris and children in uniforms late for school, minus the Martin Parr effect please.

It's weird to change from one place to another in a single city. It makes me feel like a shy monkey.

WELL WELL WELL there is tea in the garden, possibly with sun when it's not PM, and my japanese flatmate is nice.

I just wish the streets were always getting down, cause me and my bike aren't that trained to the fact that a street going down is one you'll eventually have to take up unless you never stop and ride around the whole world which can't really happen because there is the sea.
Anyways.

Got a lot to do. It's not an interpol song that will disturb be jamais Ô grand jamais.

</html> ...