where do they go?

i feel less than boring and it's worse than my winning team loosing the super bowl. whenever i cry i feel like apple juice. after this familiarity i watch family guy on my dad's i touch. what are you doing right now, im always thinking this. today i went on a hunt around 9pm to find the gay parade with hopes to feel a little bit of home. i thought i found it but couldn't find it. i sat on a bench and waited for someone familiar to approach me and got up when i realized that nothing would happen. when i walk and catch someones eyes i can never tell the flavor. i went to vips and read some magazine and looked at compressed photos of america from the 20's. now im drinking yogurt with milk and for dinner i had both servings of rice pudding, good but never as good as tartines bread pudding.

me and pops on a good day: