Overcaffeinated Random Thoughts: Part 1.37

What is it about China or being exaggerating about love? I don’t know maybe I have a kind of right brain disorder that words often pop out, and pop out, and gone. We all are ready for the plastic pink comb and blonde, then some vintage pin-up. WE all like making history and tagging some pages in The Future Dictionary of Hawaii. We all are mad that we sing Beatles’ songs in French and writing them in misery. We all are like that every afternoon, and then we run. We jog. Then we stop. And we don’t even see the traffic light or get shone by the nearest street lamp. We don’t do salsa dance mush often, but we get hungry because of it. Then what do you think about sleeping so late tonight so we can stroll upon the city and enter the pubs everytime you are thirsty.

We all are sunshine and what comes after us is some dust from the overburnt cigarette and smell of the stale coffee. We don’t do much repairing but we still come.