Setembro vinte e nono dois mil e dezessete

Almost cut my hair...

ਮੈਨੂੰ ਦਸ ਕਿੳੁ...

ਮੈਨੂੰ ਸੋਮਵਾਰ ਨੂੰ ਪਸੰਦ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ

Is that a serious question?
Monday is always Monday!
Deal with it!

Minciuna zilei ...

I have got a new neighbour. Friedrick Wilhelm van Bloedensheiss. Old German royal nobility, you know? Like before the War when the Zar ruled over Germany, the Chocolate and Lederhosen Kingdom, in his white Cinderella Castle.

I am missing a frown here. Someone who rises his eye-brows asking all the right and important questions. The Zar ruled over Germany? Chocolate in the Cinderella Castle?

Ah, who cares...

Сентиментальное воскресенье ...

Lynn met Lloyd when she was in her late teens.
Her friends and family made fun of her and called her Llynn.
But it could have been worse. His name could have been Llewelyn.

What did we ever get to know about Lynn's happy-ending?
Lynn, where are you today?

And I made a mistake the other day.
Imagine dragons never attended the soundcheck.

Ever danced with a dragon in the pale moon light?
Have you ever heard a dragon singing? Or moaning about the loss of a brother?

Have a cup of tea and expect the worst...

I tua o le ie puipui ...

Kate, I have lost my Mojo.
It left the ranch on the back of a red and white horse.
Or was it a blue one?

And maybe it wasn't a ranch but a farm, a mango farm.
By the way, what's a crevasse?

Richard and Linda came by to say hello.
What year is this?

Willy? Is that you?
Willy, where are you?

Foirm. Beatha. Alien.

„I don't think that people accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.

I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.“ - David Lynch

Minne av en fri festival ...

The late Phillip Jeffries is singing another one of his favourite songs.
Or is it the laid Phillip Jeffries? He definatley ended his existance in
his usual form. And he will not talk about Judy...

Why? Will we ever know?

The Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played Our songs and felt the Bromford sky
Resting on our hands
It was God's land
It was ragged and naive
It was Heaven

Touch, We touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn't, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day

Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
To paint that love
upon a white balloon
And fly it from
the topest top of all the tops
That man has pushed beyond his brain
Satori must be something
just the same

We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
And away they soared
Climbing through
the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And We walked back to the road, unchained

"The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party."

Петак, први септембар две хиљаде-седамнаест

Friday, first of September two-thousand-seventeen

Let's talk about false identities, Mr.
Bibble.

Oh, please, call me Bromford, Kate.

I think we talked about this, Mr.
Bibble. We will keep this perfectly
professional. You are not Bromford
for me and you will not call me Kate.

And not Mrs. Hudson because you

are not my landlady.

What was that?

Never mind, dear. I am your landlady,

not your housekeeper.

What was that all about?

Doctor Kate Hudson, my one and only and favourite psychiatrist is looking and acting very strict today. She is more than formal and kind of cool since she wrote her doctoral thesis. And I mean cool in a cold and emotionless sense not in the cool way. Her knotted but still curly blonde hair gives her that awkward governess touch. Her big black-rimmed glasses do not make things better. And she is taking notes on that clipboard. Who is using clipboards these days?

I didn't get her last question because my mind and my eyes were wandering to that enlarged Rorschach picture behind her at the wall. Stereotypes all around me.

Back to business, she says. We are having a session here.

Yes, I know. This is not a date.

We wanted to talk about fake
personalities.

No, you wanted to talk about that.

Split personalities?

Boring!

OK, our weekly hour is over. See you
next Friday.

What am I doing here?