So bored that I'm actually writing a proper article?!NEVER.- I miss the booze.
- I miss the cigarettes.
- I miss the crappy Belgian weather.
- I miss la Ruelle.
- I miss just hanging out and drinking calimocho (?) and doing shisha and lighting candles and eating ice cream from the tub and screaming at little sisters and lighting incense as well and just basically enjoying the time we have left.
- I miss you lot.It's about time I did a heart to heart. With myself,
to myself. Mm...
I make excuses, like school and plans and work and home, just like for everything else.
Everywhere I went, anything I did made me want to write
(READING MUSIC FOOD DREAMS FRIENDS SCHOOL FLINGS THOUGHTS).But I'm glad I got all the things I had to do out of the way. It feels nice. I can finally relax and talk and think and sleep without any regrets or remorse or guilt. (Sorry for the delays!)
This truly is the summer holidays.This shit is mild. Barely gets to the depth. But it's a start. I can work on it. マイペースで進みます!
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll.
'WE ARE THE SULTANS OF SWING!'