police encounters | prague

About three weeks ago I went to Prague with my nigga; and even though our journey started with the bus arriving one hour late without any explanation, at least this time getting to the hotel was the easiest thing. It was a pretty little place close to the city center and somehow it was inside some asian ghetto part of city. I've had asian cuisine for three days straight; on day one we went to the Chinese restaurant and got a 9 year old waiter that insisted on communicating in his own language casually switching to something that he may have thought was Czech. I, of course, panicked, and almost ordered 4 meals instead of 2 because I found randomly showing pictures on the menu surprisingly accurate.
So I spent the first day of the trip as a beetlejuice grunge fantasy; I almost forgot how my face looks with really dark lipstick and, most of all, I forgot how annoying is leaving purple stains on everything I drink. And eat. I managed anyway.
(there's an ad about going back to school on TV right now; I feel truly sorry for those little ones acting like it's all fun and colorful notebooks. it's more like death and colorful notebooks.)

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why don't you come to Harlem?


da frame 2r

Black became pretty normal and daily thing for me - sometimes even uniform kind of like - but lately I also found it pretty satisfying to wear it in a more androgynous way than before. I mean, really, I wouldn't imagine myself almost make up free, with my hair tied, wearing a loose pair of black shorts and a fanny pack.
Yeah. A fanny pack. Outside of the concert zone. To be honest, this look started as a concert outfit, but I wore it in different versions few times again. I felt pretty gangsta and comfortable at the same time; if it's not a win win situation then I don't know what is.
I just came back from Prague and I guess I'll get on the holiday stuff here soon.
And right now, I'm almost sure the sky is burning because it's not a summer weather anymore, it's a fucking Dante scenerio. I legitimately ate ice cream for as a meal at least three times since yesterday. And once as just ice cream. #noregrets
I'd like to do something productive but I can just focus on inventing ways to shed my skin because it feels like a wool coat in those temperatures (I don't know if I really want to succeed in that though).

They said he looks so handsome
Stood not dancing, 
Drawing you in like it's boring to him
It's a war you can't win and the first and the last are two things you'll never be my darling

Well he sneered and sniffed and spat at my chat up lines
Not to feel like a twat at times, is hard
But not for this kid, not when they come to you


apple tree

So I went to Berlin and I'm leaving for Prague in one day; I'm starting to feel sick when someone (or my-very-self) decides on reminding how holidays are already halfway through (aaand I just started feeling sick. no shit). Still, that is some time, but obviously not enough - I've always felt kind of like, maybe a part of me misses school? Not this time. No fucking way. This is both the last year and the one that is crossing over the line of things I can peacefully accept. And I'm not even getting paid for that shit. Can you believe that.
Berlin was really fun and it felt really holiday-ish. We spent 4,5h looking for a hotel, wandering around with backpacks that felt like carrying a young bear on your shoulders, and I found myself pretty satisfied with eating kebab and chinese food all the time (and it was 3 times cheaper than a one day public transport ticket).
 I also had a chance to see AC/DC in Warsaw a week ago, what can I say, it's the good old rock'n'roll and as I went with my dad we had an amazing invisible guitar jam session in the back of the inner barrier section. I also observed some interesting individuals there; like a girl that spend at least half of an hour sitting on the ground, checking her phone non stop/with her head on her knees, and sometimes the flag that her friends were holding (blocking my view, they clearly weren't the brightest bulbs on the christmas tree). And like, I understand that people may feel a bit under the weather, but she was just so jaded I had to fight the urge to step on her or I don't know, beat her up with a pocket mortar.
You know, I told my parents, that if I ever end up in jail, this is going to be a result of some anger issue, I warned everybody so I'm excused.
And the look is black and something else, also known as crawling out of the dark cave that I call my actual comfort zone and wearing some statement jewelry that was pretty normal for me back in a day. I got those printed leggings in a thrift store lately and they go from the colors that you can see into orange and pink, but I only like the foggy blue&purple part so I figured they'll be a nice detail.
I started this post and I was like 'I don't feel like writing anything at all'. Yeah. Good one.
I'm starting to think that's it's physically impossible for me to shut up.

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Your daughter is so fine to see,
Unraveled some mystery in me
When i see the apple in disguise,
Oh my love I can recognize,

Dear Sir can you remember me,
I'm the one that picked the apple tree