Underneath of me there is a pool of shit. I envision you struggling to come out, as you fight your lower tummy cramps, taking too long to come out of the coffee shop toilet. And then, I turn round and I see you. You are standing with the familiar pose, one hip slightly leaning. You are talking about cultural imperialism, or something, to a woman, whose face I cannot see. What if she is funnier than me? What if she entertains you more than I would do? What if, she will take you by the hand and make you laugh more than I do? I love you x

Let's pretend it's Saturday. I take a walk in town and my legs hurt, someone gives me a wheelchair. I have a girlfriend and she has no tits and my boss, who looks like my uncle, tries to kiss me in front of everyone. Let's pretend it's Saturday. My legs hurt and I am afraid I did not do enough stretching after my pilates.