like an arrow i am only passing through.

the tourist novelty of buying fruit in a chinese market or walking under the bridge on lansdowne and not wondering if a pigeon might shit on you or acting sarcastic and psychopathic in the streets with an old lover toronto is full of wonders. wearing flip flops and shorts today? hey can you believe this weather. hey. can you shaaare that with me. could you staaand any closer to me. should we seeee if there are still some fresh ones. litter is passe and smoking is taboo toronto is full of mysterious habits. the cheapest pint will probably be $3.50 and this stretch of bars are full even though they all play bad music. toronto is full of suburban kids on the weekends and they actually think this is cool. if i had some money i would buy all the nicest vintage clothing and wear it better than the kids who read about it in NOW. being bored here is not an option anymore. i am soooo tired. i seeeek stimulation. i stiiiink of misery. anticipating my big goodbye, no one will be there to see me off. but a tree must make sound falling in the thick of some virgin forest? craaaaaaaaaaaaash.