('you are here 'cause you like me, aren't you?'

'i'm here because i'm obsessed with the drama. and since real drama isn't happening, i chose to come here and mess with your petty little scenes.')


Girls cling to their handbags as if the flight attendant actually was right about the oxygen masks. Everybody looks fresh and tame and fresh and tame and I am so bored.

Guy in green t-shirt staring and staring and staring and circling and circling and circling. He is oh so cute and he is probably used to getting laid the second he blinks and I am so over it and that and that and you as well.

I want the days brighter, the nights darker and the shadows sharper.

"It's like Spain."
"And Sheffield."
"It's like Sheffield in Spain."


Watching the dancefloor I think - still, they all want songs or at least some kind of structure, something to remember, something to cling to like the girl units do to their handbags and the guy units do to their beers - oh and that is so 1957. Oh, come on now, it's not like you...

We want to get lost, but not as in LOST.

Take a picture, take two pictures, put them on facebookmyspace - prove that you were there, here - in the middle of some fun, of all fun - CENTERFUN;;; CENTERFOLD;;;; in the bigbig city.
You cannot get lost. Not anymore.
It's a shahahame, the way you're messing 'round with ma party night#


My future lover comes straight out of retro porn. Or not so straight, maybe.
With hair everywhere.
At the least.