a new..

..a new dawn has come
with truffles and dry skin
a coldwave and the lack of gas
a new dawn that doesnt bring you down
(what a cheap rhyme, lets overuse-and-abuse them, oh, yeah)

she felt like creating again
climbing thru the barricades of her negative side
(how can my skin be so horribly dry?)
she felt for a scrub and started to clean her planet
k-pax, the inner galaxy
the one hidden from other psychos
(where psychos are psychologists of course
and lets not argue if the species of this profession
are simply weird, misfunctioning or sick -
it really doesn matter at all)
so there she was scrubbing her planet -M
(M=maternal) ready to leave for planet-L (L=love)
she cleaned all three of her volcanoes, watched 2387324576 sunsets
no worries about the rose, the rose would stay with her for sure
-after her visit to all those other planets and realizing it'd all be
empty without _that_rose -
of course, if the rose wasnt that stupid and had thought twice before chasing her away maybe she could have saved herself all this messy trip to the planets
and /but /well
life usually doesnt give us clear lines
but hey, second chances arent so many either,
so she had to admit that she is happy
even if wedging and grumpy and instable and moody
(but when, if not now? now she could afford it!)
happy. or content if you wish - and if you keep in mind that the two
are not exactly the same, yet look well hand-in-hand.

(such a useless cheesy piece of crap again - what happened? help! am i really this much in love?)

cheesy teen-years

last night my sister surprise-attacked me making me sit on her sofa and reading (nedlessly!) one-minute stories (presumably fragments of the best moments of certain days soaked in chocolat, vocered with colorful sugarbits - the ones my sis calls 'egérkaki')... and we were both laughing ourselves to death.

so much pink-cheesyness is really difficult not to laugh at, especially if the source (writer) is nothing else, but you.
and so you end up begging your torturer to stop reading, for you are ready to admit you are hopelessly positive - but she just goes on calling you a chickensoup-writer and reads on.

and well, i may not be in the mood to write much lately,
nor am i fantastically tlaented in writing pieces with great citations and a logical sream of thoughts (that are extremely difficult to follow if they go on and on an on and no matter how much you roll down it still keeps on going) but at least i know that 10 years from now i'll have sg to read with my sis and it will help to kill time rolling with laugher:)

screw adulthood, it's great to be a pink kid inside!