hello

when je t'aime je t'aime je t'aime just doesn't cut it.


Paris becomes obselete, a chemical wasteland spilling with could-bes and hybrids of I want and pseudo cries of je ne veux pas. Melisma!


a minor scale to that one desolate word of 'pride', or is it so powerful that this sweet lady will not bring it out, that it echoes overhead the eiffel tower, gulls and ravens flocking to squabble -- pride.


ARE YOU SCARED OF ME
ARE YOU DISGUSTED BY ME
ARE YOU PITYING ME
ARE YOU PUNISHING ME


je t'aime je t'aime je t'aime, I hope you hear me


I'll send the knife flying like they do in New York, with Leonardo diCaprio and Cameron Diaz, one sliced by cutting, the other shrieking in all promiscuity to take the place of kate.


Haha?


You must have loved me, at least in all platonic sense.


JE T'AIME


do you see my pride and my words and my dreams, all on the waiting list?