is stoned to forget twice in two days, and violently. Blowin ti that I put myself to become a Lambda Lunch? Good. Telling. I know I'm not obliged.
Saturday evening. It crunches under your teeth, c ' is yucky, too bad more is moldy. I wonder at every moment, "Why we do this already?" Jude and I answer "Because we're unhappy" with a laugh. I agree. So here, eat eat eat, then isolated all three, along with our faithful acolytes who held the role of nanny in case of sore tonight. After half an hour, we burst out laughing for no reason, it was hot, then cold, then hot, then trembles as ever. The light in the room has changed, it seems that everything is in fact not so smoky. Me (and I am the only obviously), I see my friends in contrast, the curtains move, then the walls, and I also see the shot glasses to fill in all alone. Wow. After I can not say what happened, I know we went through lots of phases, euphoric, philosophical ("If you drink no water, we meeeeeeeeeeurt! "), posed like hypnotized. In short, completely skewed the babes. It was cool, but not génialissime coolosse.
Well then we sleep blah, the next day I'm going in the direction of Father Lachaise with Vincent and his (two) friends for booze in honor of the Lizard King. Unfortunately the nasty guards have kindly understand that 1) alcohol is prohibited in the cemetery 2) they track us if we do not respect the 1). bah So we went into hiding at the side of Montand, Signoret and Bernhardt. Hop, a bottle over. Then came the second. Finally, the cold was due to us, and we decided to continue the warm evening. Episode 2: here we are at Vincent, zouip, a bottle of white rum down. Then after it was quickly attacked that of his cousin Amber. After I do not remember much of what happened, apart from some minor shouting matches, two or three doors slamming, and loud music in the ears. I like to see us all gathered around the microphone screaming lyrics into yogurt. But I also remember The end, where we were seated at three, by taking him by the shoulders, being completely other, completely disconnected. Exhilarating. This is more than adequate as a word want.
After these adventures of the soul, nothing was forgotten. Confessions on the pillow ":" There's only one guy who never liked Myself, "" I never see him again and it breaks my "versus" I'm afraid of being alone. " Oh JOY.
Mood: haggard (it says?)
RB: The End - The Doors.
Pic: Post Secret.
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