I'M BORED.

What would the world look like if I had no face?

                       

LOOK. I DON'T HAVE A FACE. Which  means I don't need to worry about how good/bad/weird/funny/fat/skinny/bulgy/pocked/stunning/red/purple (I can elaborate endlessly on this list, I won't, just because I love you) it looks. 

People, you don't have a face, unless you love it. Stop it. Stop nagging. Stop talking. Just go lay in the sun right now. Unless you have a sun-allergy. Then the best thing to do would to ... just stay inside. Or something. 

I love you! 

I love the world!

I love trees!

BYE.

ps

Don't worry. I do have a face.

Pecker, phallus, pintle, tool, I am such a ducking fool

Wow, what a lovely way to start the Monday off. I feel like crap, that needs to be said, but that's very usual. It's Monday, for God's sake. Let me just be cranky. Don't pay any attention to the previous blog. I mean, you can read it and laugh at me afterwards, but don't take it too seriously. Not that you would in the first place. Why am I even doing this? I know why. Writing. Typing. Just the act of it. Just the movement of the fingers. Training. Finger-training. 

I found out stuff yesterday. Stuff that I just don't want to know. And it makes me want to puke all over the backyard. I even wrote a weird dutch blog, even though I promised myself I wasn't going to do that http://tmblr.co/ZvndAwICofVF. 

Not that I give an actual fuck about my reputation. Penis.

See? I just typed the word "penis". Just like that. I didn't even hesitate. The thought of deleting it didn't even cross my mind. It still doesn't. 

I'm being a baby. 

Kick me, somebody. 

Kick me to sleep. Not eternal sleep. Just one night... and a day... maybe two days. 

Kick me to sleep, for a week. Kick me into a semi-coma. 

The world's but a little blue boil on the arse that I like to call "the universe"

I'm fucking pissed. There is a reason. And I'm not going to tell anybody. I'll only let everybody see that I am. By frowning and sighing and 'ttthhhhhssss'-ing. O shit, this is SO the wrong time to be angry. I can't scream, or I'll wake everybody up. 

I DON'T THINK I CAN HAVE A NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH ANYONE ANYMORE. AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN YELL A BIT. VIRTUALLY. SO, I WILL. VIRTUAL YELLING IS SO BADASS. 

I'm still fucking pissed. This doesn't help a bit. Blogging turns out to be good for pretty much nothing. 

Bye, the whole universe is an arse. 

Only if nonsense counts as poetry too, I'm in.

For the sake of mankind, get me out of here

First this blog was one big pool of negativity. I changed my mind. Deleted the whole lot. Why would I poison this already polluted world with more of that crap? It's been a beautiful day. My sister's birthday. And one of the first days I saw people walk around in shorts again. People were forced to go back to their house to fetch the sunglasses they've been craving to wear for weeks.

This day made me realize how much I crave summer. How much I crave sipping cocktails on the beach (o my God, that is one of the best cliches I've ever used in my life), wearing slippers, straw hats and breezy sarongs with all kinds of weird lizards embroidered on them (I happen to have one and sadly ... it makes me feel awfully cool).

So, guys? How much do you crave vitamin D? How much do you want to feel the sand between your teeth? How much would you like to just take a cold shower and love it for refreshing your body? HOW MUCH WOULD YOU LOVE TO FUCK THE WINTER WINDS AND JUST THROW YOURSELF INTO THE ARMS OF SUMMER?

Well, I would love it. I don't mind melting that much. I think I could live a life as a babbling brook. A babbling brook of Lydia. How much would you love to swim in that? Hehehe. Sorry, time for me to shut up. Kick me, please. Kick me to bed.