toi_meme

je me suis fait virer youpi

toi_meme

mon responsable il va voir ce qu'il va voir. quand jean luc va gagner en mai puis instaurer la dictature du prolétariat en juin, je lui écraserai les couilles avec son pilon à mojito. on va voir qui est la chérie de qui

toi_meme

you don't know me no more ?  
          you knew me well enough to tell me how to vote, when to raise my hand and what to say when i'd speak out. you knew me well enough to tell me of the stories of victory and of failure of our side.
          you knew me well enough to whisper in my ear when the winds would change, and how to act accordingly. to provide me with approval or disapproval. 
          you knew me well enough to give me the eyes some days, some nights. i craved your esteem and your power and i was not blind, i could see that you craved my skin. you knew me well enough to put your fat hands on the knobs of the rooms i'd lay in
          
          yet you kept on staring down, at your own ugly shoes, when i ran into you. your fat face had the look of contempt, and deep disinterest. And your fat pouting mouth was mumbling 
          
          you had enthusiasm when you met me, didn't you ! i knew what a trotskyst was. you lusted to have me near, didn't you ? 
          
          when did it change ? when did i stop being good enough for your close whispers ? 
          was it that one time that did it ? middle of a hot night, middle of august, south of France. NEXT TIME YOU LEAVE HIM, LEAVE HIM FOR GOOD. BLOCK HIS NUMBER AND DON'T GIVE HIM AND ADRESS OR NOTHING. 
          YOUR FRIENDS ARE FED UP & THEY WILL LEAVE YOU. YOU CAN'T ASK FOR FORGIVENESS IF YOU DON'T APOLOGIZE. HE WILL DO EVERYTHING HE CAN TO SEE YOU, HE'LL RENT THE CHEAPEST PLACE IN DUBLIN, YOU & I KNOW HE'S INSANE. 
          
          See ? I am back now, and him & I are only a few hours away, yet he won't stay with me. you don't know anything. 
          you don't know anything. 
          you wouldn't know what Love is.

toi_meme

Love, a year ago you said you'd cross the ocean to find a job in old wet Ireland if it meant being with me, only if i'd ask you. 
          I said it's only a few months. You can't afford old wet Ireland, and I was right, her Celtic Tiger made a rag of my clothes
          The year is over now, where are you now my love ?

toi_meme

there is no Celtic Tiger to rob you in here, but there is the whiteness of daylight and the empty streets
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toi_meme

i know love, there's nothing to do in this hometown of mine. it is june already and i am back with my travel clothes yet the rain falls and the wind blows hard, and the street is full of strangers. 
          i do not talk to them, i do not want to know what they are about. 
          i am right back where i started years ago, only with a bachelor now., a bachelor good for nothing