Flirt with me again, oh jazz!

… I am couple seconds away from my next move, why am I  standing still? I feel millions of voices in my stomach. They all seem coming from deep inside as a recall to start the round again…

I look out from the car window. It’s all grassy around. What a spring! I hear the tempting flirt of  Jazz…. The sound bursts from the speakers of  His classy  car, cleaving the wind on its way to THE END …

Wut ‘s  next? …The credits?

Lame thoughts at the cafe

… So, I was sitting in a cafe at the World’s End, having bites of  ads  with a magazine soup… then comes the  coffee and  a  sweet daydream with thought-infested custard…

Soon, I get bored and start staring at a watermelon slices on my plate.

“The life is like a watermelon… it can be sweet  or sour and tasteless,  you won’t know until you cut and taste it. Life has  stripes just like the watermelon does. Bad follows good, luck follows trouble, love follows indifference. People say watermelon is a berry… What the heck!? I thought it’s a  fruit, or a veggie… maybe  a nut?… Life has too many meanings, just like the bloody watermelon…And It’s sweet and juicy until you choke on its seeds…”

What a thought!…

Oh, well, I think I’ll have another watermelon slice… where’s the waiter?

at KAYL cafe