mercredi 6 juillet 2011
Shelly is a cat I met in Philadelphia this week end.
Shelly is stressed, Shelly is worried, Shelly knows something we ignore,
Shelly look at things we can’t see. Maybe Leo’s ghost was around, who knows…
vendredi 1 juillet 2011
In MacDonald's, somewhere in Manhattan. Neon lights & grand parents eating double cheese burgers.
Dunkin' donuts, coffee tastes like shit, but the place is perfect. A cop is drinking bright orange fluorescent liquid,
his walky-talky & hat on the table. Afternoon break, it's almost too beautiful to be true.