What happened?
Four months ago I had a stable companion.
I guess my wording explains it.
Alfred Wegener knows.
Cardboard boxes and sweet jazz.
More time for bloggetry?
Good Day
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Tuesday, 13 August 2013
10 August 2013 - Plastic
The adventure continues.
Richard and BIJOU are ordering drinks at the bar.
I am sitting on a couch, sweating.
Where am I?
The walls are covered with plastic flowers and paintings of a quite famous uni-brow lady.
Uruguayan lager. The narrow neck of the bottle makes it spit me in the face after every goddamn sip.
Llama. That's right.
She's moved in with Richard. I believe this will improve my social-life.
Diversity and what-not.
"Welcome to Helsinki".
I'm scratching the label off the bottle.
Lazy, crazy, hazy days of summer.
Good Night
Richard and BIJOU are ordering drinks at the bar.
I am sitting on a couch, sweating.
Where am I?
The walls are covered with plastic flowers and paintings of a quite famous uni-brow lady.
Uruguayan lager. The narrow neck of the bottle makes it spit me in the face after every goddamn sip.
Llama. That's right.
She's moved in with Richard. I believe this will improve my social-life.
Diversity and what-not.
"Welcome to Helsinki".
I'm scratching the label off the bottle.
Lazy, crazy, hazy days of summer.
Good Night
Thursday, 1 August 2013
24 July 2013 - PSA
Foam party, two times withing a week.
What decadence.
Richard, also known as "Public Service Announcement", convinced power puff girls of the goodness in strangers.
Night-terrors to blame?
Beanie-bags at Chaplin.
Neon-light lounge.
Dancing at Alepubi.
And finally the aptly named Vatican.
Foamy splendour.
Good Night.
What decadence.
Richard, also known as "Public Service Announcement", convinced power puff girls of the goodness in strangers.
Night-terrors to blame?
Beanie-bags at Chaplin.
Neon-light lounge.
Dancing at Alepubi.
And finally the aptly named Vatican.
Foamy splendour.
Good Night.
13 July 2013 - Platonic
Steak-Night with OTTO: my platonic mistress.
He told me of his adventures in Denmark, while we drank wine and played GeoGuesser.
He was still blue-balling. Never found that Icelandic bass-player.
He didn't mind.
Why?
Six-hundred meters.
Life was wonderful.
Good Night.
He told me of his adventures in Denmark, while we drank wine and played GeoGuesser.
He was still blue-balling. Never found that Icelandic bass-player.
He didn't mind.
Why?
Six-hundred meters.
Life was wonderful.
Good Night.
7 July 2013 - Pleasantries
Somehow all Productions begin with ME awkwardly sitting at the breakfast table of some semi-stranger, drinking coffee, in a hot steam of absurdity.
The residents nod politely as they sit down at the table.
They eat müsli and drink tea.
They water their potted plants.
They exchange pleasantries.
They inform me of the latest exhibitions at Galleries I've never heard of.
I've been up for hours.
Good Night.
The residents nod politely as they sit down at the table.
They eat müsli and drink tea.
They water their potted plants.
They exchange pleasantries.
They inform me of the latest exhibitions at Galleries I've never heard of.
I've been up for hours.
Good Night.
6 July 2013 - Patriotism
Party at GATSBY'S flat on Lauttasaari.
Odd folks, but not quite as odd as two nights before.
The juniors were about to serve their (military-)sentences.
I still didn't get my ley.
Fenno-Swedish power?
I walked home with J. LAWRENCE and GENUS-PAMPESUS.
What fun.
[UPDATE 10 JULY 2013]
Seems I have met Gatsby before, 4 years prior to our impulsive, compulsive reunion.
He seems to have been the root of my romantic bravery.
Odd folks, but not quite as odd as two nights before.
The juniors were about to serve their (military-)sentences.
I still didn't get my ley.
Fenno-Swedish power?
I walked home with J. LAWRENCE and GENUS-PAMPESUS.
What fun.
[UPDATE 10 JULY 2013]
Seems I have met Gatsby before, 4 years prior to our impulsive, compulsive reunion.
He seems to have been the root of my romantic bravery.
4 July 2013 - Pricey
I was sitting in Москва as RICHARD was smoking outside. The beer was alright, but the people were strange...
A woman tried to sell us sexual services for 200 euros. These sorts of proposals only happen in Richard's company.
Somehow this led us to the Gent's Club on the other side of the street.
Pricey Pole Dancers.
The atmosphere was very depressing; like stepping in to a Czech Porno.
A fiver gave me a peck on the cheek.
I feel dirty.
Good Night.
A woman tried to sell us sexual services for 200 euros. These sorts of proposals only happen in Richard's company.
Somehow this led us to the Gent's Club on the other side of the street.
Pricey Pole Dancers.
The atmosphere was very depressing; like stepping in to a Czech Porno.
A fiver gave me a peck on the cheek.
I feel dirty.
Good Night.
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