la da la di da da la da ti da da la da ta da da da

you know, that image doesn't actually seem that disturbing... i don't know what that means, maybe good... maybe bad.... well who knows.

actually now that i think about it...

who is making you dance with feathers????

i have feather is my hat from france, do you want to borrow them?
i'll have them sent over...
well no i won't but the thought was there, right??

oh i don't know anymore... time isn't what it used to be and these skelitons of train tracks are only leading me in the wrong direction... away from home... where is home? i don't know, so i guess they're just leading me... bleeding me... i miss you...

i drink red wine and eat fish at gabrella's house... i'm not gonna eat for a week.. in napoli it seems that dinner means 6 dishes and 3 desserts, and wine wine wine... wine... wine

ahhh...