White Lilies for Breakfast

There are moments when someone writes stupid things at their blogs and you're mad at them for breathing your oxygen. Or moments when you're a ninja-zombie because of the post-narcotic depression and you have no clue why are there cookie crumbs on your keyboard. There are moments when you have a long list of things to write about, organized by priority but you look at someone else's punk life in images, listen to Lily and then write pointless entries about them, screwing up you schizo order. Then, like a real fan, you create something with a logo and a picture and enter the true-fans hall, while you'd rather be walking around rainy London with a yellow umbrella, looking at everything twice.

And everything is just a bit different if you're in love with a non-London girl who loves life, the world and you more than anything else even when you're stupid enough not to be with her.

This entry is dedicated to all the meaningless entries in the blogosphere.