Clamart-M××-C×××××××, 27 mars.
I hate those mornings,
those subways and buses,
their people,
this urban countryside,
those cheap cookies,
This industrial chocolate,
These cars and this freaking oil temple.
But I won’t complain too much.
For I fortunately like the folks down here.
It could be worst, then.
Screw it.
/Edit : À l’occasion des Nuits du Bota, Vox devient quotidienne pour 10 jours et tout à coup tout va mieux. Chèquitoute.
Buckcherry – Dirty Mind
