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... brain cells with free Tequila shots I realised the action plan didnt work.
What it did get me was barred from a club and a reputation as a drug addict. It seems that my imitations of the zombies from the walking dead when drunk make me look more like I am tripping then just ****** out my mind.
It also got me a night at my crushes house the night before I left Tokyo. And instead of a slow seduction as I had planned I in fact ...
... made from stars that crosses the sky, separates these lovers, and they are allowed to meet only once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month of the lunisolar calendar. The celebration is held at night, once the stars come out.
... suddenly dawns on me how the physical figure really is a product to some people. Not one I have ever used, or in fact considered perfecting.
But in Rice Country, where white seems to be right, (and it appauls me to admit so), why on earth shouldnt I go for it?
I already sell my voice, I will soon start a youtube English teaching job, so if a bit of cleavage and a short skirt can line my purse with gold for ...
Models. I am sick to death of models. Meet a skinny, tall, ugly man, he's a model. Meet a lanky half-Chinese giant, and he's an aspiring model.
Meet anyone tall and vaguely white. Guess what they are/want to be. A rocket scientist of course. # A bloody model.
Go to All-you-can-eat buffet dinner in Shakeys, and order twelve pizzas between six friends, and a desert marshmallow, custard and chocolate pizza to follow. Gorge till you ...
I feel the ghosts of ex-lovers burning in the wind.
Oh where is my Tokyo spring?
Skeletons in the closet, baggage in the dark,
the cries of weeping angels, are tearing me apart.
Love that turns and runs its red river dry, beating down I
croak, I choke, I cry.
I feel the ghosts of ex-lovers ...