Hey, I'm in a stupid foreign country, I don't know anyone down here, I'm living in a underclass artsy apartment in Camden, it's in the center almost, but at the same time it's isn't. I talked to a little lady yesterday, her uncle is a movie maker, she kinda likes of one of his stars, I need to be someone's star too, right now. Feed my artistical heart.
I'll make a short description of what I see out of my window, the sights that I'm seing are priceless, I saw a streetwalker in leopart print and another in yellow latex, but I'm pretty sure the last one was a man,a pimp and his crack whore, a transvestite in white and pink with a cop. Everything looks fine, I like what I see, it kinda reminds me of Lower East and it's weirdly brilhance.
At the window, wearing only my lingerie and drinking tea, with a cigarrette in my left hand, today I maybe meet the star boy, or tomorrow, not sure. It's kinda peaceful here, it kinda annoys me, there's people lunching by the outside of a bistrô, al fresco, so cute.
The swinggin' 60's in London is a bit different, or almost over, compared to 65, when my parents came, I think it's because of the crisis or people just got tires of shopping and dancing and having rich fun, to live in the middle of nowhere, having picnics.
My cigarrettes are also over, I need to buy some more... or quit smoking.
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