Gigs, tours, libraries, wine and women..

I write this enlightened by those magic numbers. Fleet wood mac comes around on the Xbox playlists (thank you charity shopping, you have blessed me with a library of CDs and computer games). I'll be having too much fun.. Ahh but it's gone.

Sleep? The patterns thereof? Who needs either but then who could live without? Questions and rhetorical. Libertines shout my angst. Hey what's to lose when your born south of the banks of London. No time for you but enough to scrimp and save. Lets not be late for work today.

But I got a hunch, that its not over yet! Gigs heavy on the practise list, short of my temper and the horizon reeks of a crush, secret hopes and lusts and tomorrow I will learn that elusive tongues that strangles me at bay.

Je serai poète et toi poésie.
Kandaa