VS#003 01/03/10 (surprise)

Venally His

Ok, ok
VS
must be only a weekend column, but I don’t care, it’s my concept, I do what I want!
Anyway, if on this shitty Monday I’m typing, well I’m trying to line up words it’s because yesterday I heard something nice that can’t wait,…

I am impatient, an early lover of words,…
And then it’s still early, so let’s take advantage of the fact that I’m still fresh, then it’ll be time to throw up and talk to things.

Oui ce soir je mets mon Dollar

Free Expression

Girls are so complicated, much more than guys.
When a guy gets kissed, he never refuses, at least not me.
On the other hand, to do “one, two, three ba-taille-de-langues” in the opposite direction is quite a story,
you have to ask permission, wait for the girl to consult her friends to know.
But last night I came across the perfect counter theory, don’t ask me its name, I don’t know.

Put in condition, me posed on a white sofa, glass of whisky in the hand atmosphere, relaxed, the sound is lounge, people are of good mood, we speak well, really the evening risks to be good.

22h00 in fact it is boring, nothing moves, it always speaks about the same thing, by dint of being disgusted of myself, the others disgust me, I return.

00h20 in fact it’s boring, nothing to do, it’s quiet and empty, by dint of turning on myself I want to vomit, what are the others doing? I’m going out.

01h00 back at Jeremy’s, the musical selection has changed, Smack My Bicth Up, at least the tone is set.

02h00 small tequila shooter contest

02:30 small competition of rails, Jeremy with curry, Pierre with turmeric, Manon with powdered sugar, me with salt

02h30 Jeremy is fine, Pierre is fine, Manon has a lot of powdered sugar on her sweater because she laughed so hard, I’m fine

02h33 Jeremy is not there anymore, Pierre blows his nose orange, Manon shakes his sweater, I have a nosebleed

02h34 I have a Nett Pro Comfort in my nose

BLACK OUT

03:45 I’m dancing on shitty FM

03h46 I dance on the ad, a girl approaches, let’s call her Nana

03:53 we are getting really close

03h54 I try to kiss her

03h55 Nana dodges and retorts: “no thanks, but if you want to go up, you can jump me on one condition, that you do not put your mouth”.

03:56 I’ve been drinking

03h58 vexed I return in the cold, the nose running of the red,…

Debriefing : A male fantasy disgusted me, the sex appeal replaced by battery-operated sexes, men as objects, it’s a medium trip in the end,…

Why refuse to kiss?
Is it a problem of feeling?
Are sealed lips synonymous with finger rings?
I don’t know and to tell the truth I don’t care, I am French, we are the best, it’s decided I’m leaving soon,…

Drug

The little pleasures of life a free champagne end up completely cooked or worse
By dint of desires not to be engulfed in displeasure
An open bar with a ladle of caviar and of course to return late
How do you define these mini shoots that fill your appetite
In this life full of UFO friends that the night has rotten
Tired of these avatars

Um, I love you.
I never say I love you to anyone.
I am alone in my apartment.
So cold when you are not there.
I don’t love you, I offer myself to you.
Totally, take me!
I inhale your sweet smoke passionately.
Little by little I fly away,
With you, my heart.
Here, I’m taken.
I breathe out, my lungs empty completely
A cloud of smoke blurs.
My eyes are drowning,
In stinging tears of happiness.
Caused by this black mist.
My brain swings,
To the sound of this internal orgasmic lullaby.
I lie on my bed in weightlessness.
Because standing up becomes an ordeal.
With you my love, death becomes beautiful.

I see you, your pupils dilate,
Your subconscious mind peacefully wakes up.
You love me but I am ephemeral.
I scatter in the air and your soul.
We are united, but so detached.
There the fire does not burn in me any more, goodbye.
I fade away and die, and you fall asleep.
I will remain present in your dreams.
For a unique but so sweet night.
My soul rises in a last breath.
I join the void, tonight you loved me.
And tomorrow you will hate me forever.
I was only the passion of one night.
A delicious and eternal ardor.

Quote from Big Box

-Did you see that there was nothing but greasy stuff on the carpet and in the shopping cart?
-Yes, your mother is on a diet.

The girl of about 12 years old to her father at the checkout in front of me at Carrefour

Ending Formula

Help Me,
Valium or Prozac?
Cocaine or Crack?
Whisky or Vodka?
Ac Ack kA, AK AK KA,…

Alexandre Fisselier

Cette publication est également disponible en : Français (French)