Her name was Eleanor. I liked her very much, her wrinkled, smiley face, her flowery hats and her saggy skin. The only thing that didn't sag downwards on her face was her smile, and she always wore one for me.
Her house was in Chinatown. It was a lovely duplex, and she lived on the bottom floor. On the top, which had 5 rooms and a living room, she rented out rooms.
It was a lovely house, and she gave me the loveliest room for free. I didn't know why, but Ms. Eleanor took a shine to me from the moment she sat next to me on that bus.
She gave me a month to find a job, and didn't charge me a penny.
I had money enough, since I had stolen all my head-shrinks money, but I wasn't about to tell her that. Oh no, that money was for special occasions.
The other tenants were lovely. The room to my right was occupied by a Swedish girl named Susy, with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. On my left lived Jane, who was from London, with short brown hair and a plane face. In the other two rooms lived Noemi and Natalia, two Italian girls who both had beautiful long dark hair and pale faces with big brown eyes. They were both beautiful and sexy, which just made them hate each other more. There were no men. This suited me perfectly, never having live with a man before. It was a cozy home, and we were undisturbed by the presence of men.
The girls always ate upstairs in our living room, but I had struck a deal with Eleanor. I would cook and clean for he downstairs in exchange for not paying the months rent.
The first night I made pasta. Truth be said,I had never cooked before, but I downloaded the recipe off Susie's laptop. Luckily, Ms. Eleanor didn't have many taste buds left in her old mouth.
She made me sit down and eat with her.
"Mmmm, this is lovely, darling". She smacked her lips.
"Why, thank you, Mrs. Eleanor"
"Oh no! Not Mrs! I was never married, dear, the time never came for me". She smiled and her wrinkles lifted. "Do you want to get married, dear?"
"Oh, well, I'm not sure. Can men be honest, reliable, kind and take care of you?"
"No".

I am a monkey child. It is not important how I came to be so, be it because of my upbringing, where I lived, or who I encountered on my way here. Where is here?
Well, wouldn't you like to know. Honestly, it's none of your business, but I'll tell you anyhow. I live in a mental institute.
Oh, don't look that way. It's a very nice mental institute, just for monkey girls like me. I have friends, and they're sweet girls, some young, some old. All monkeys like me. The institute is very big, and is separated in three buildings. Each building is painted a different tone of pink. I live in what I call the "Cherry Blossom" house. It was painted beige and the windows pink. The door was pink, the veranda was pink, our balconies were pink, the window frames were pink. Our head shrink called us students, but I have no idea what that was about.
I had been living in this mental institute since I was ten. I was 17 when it all happened. What happened? The fire did. Did I start it? Maybe. The important part is that everything burnt down. The fire started at 19:45, and by 20:01 I was sitting on a bus to London, with a bad full of bills from under our head shrinks mattress.
Ah, freedom. Even sitting on a crummy bus driving through the middle of bloody nowhere I felt more at home. The bus stopped and an old lady came on. Even though the whole bus was empty, she sat next to me. Her smell slapped me, and only a while later did I realize what it was. Old lady smell, that's it. It has been a while since I'd smelled it.
"Where are you travelling to?" She smiled at me.
"I'm going to London, to find a job" I told her matter-of-factly.
"Oh, well, where are you staying then?" She asked. I looked at her, her saggy face lit up in a smile just as cheery as her flowery hat.
"I'll see when I get there" I smiled at her.
"Well, my dear, I have rooms for rent, if you're looking" She hesitated, "How old are you?"
"I'm 19" I lied, "and I'd love to rent a room, if it's not too expensive".
I must've looked desperate and she must've took pity, because her next answer was completely unexpected.
"Oh, I wouldn't charge a sweet girl like you without even a job! You come and stay, and when you find work, we can figure out a price darling." Darling. The word sounded safe and sound, and it rang in my ears.
"Here's our stop!" She pulled me up excitedly, surprisingly strong for such an old lady.
And out we stepped, straight into Chinatown.

"Me dijo que soy menos que la heroina, la heroina de su vida"


Me miro las manos,
me dijo que las lavara
que soy una sucia y una guarra
me destrozo el corazon,
palabra por palabra.

Se fue, se fue muy lejos
y volvia esnifando pegamento.
Volvio morena del sol,
con el pelo recogido y pestanyas postizas
y en la punta de la nariz,cocaina.

Llevo calcetines de abuela, por encima de la rodilla
son grises como las nubes y el mar.
Pero no son solo frases con las que me dejo llevar,
Si no diamantes y salmones que nadan contra-corriente
Para que sepa que no todo el mundo tiene que ser igual.


...y estoy en el bosque, un sombrero de paja y un paquete de cigarrillos.
Un rio que brilla y mis pies tocan el agua, los vaqueros subidos por la rodilla y bajo la mano, tocar, por tocar.
El agua es limonada y en vez de piedras diamantes,
los arboles tienes nueces, las nueces saben a whiskey, como tu boca.

fishbowls and golden glitter

Sale de casa y me aprieto los patines bien. Se sube el pelo y coge la mochila, saliendo por la puerta.
Hace mucha calor. Hay bicicletas por todos lados y va tranquila, para en un 24 y se compra una cocacola.
Se acerca al lago y hay muchisima gente de picnic. Delante del lago hay varios tios con toda la pinta de traficantes, y ella se pone al lado de uno.

Se quita los cascos y le mira.

"Hast du grass?"

El la mira de arriba y abajo con cara seria "wie viel willst du?"

"zehn"
Ella le mociona a qu elo quiere ver, y el le pasa una bolsita de un poco mas de medio gramo. Ella lo mira y se rie.

"Joder, macho, mecagoenlaputa con los alemanes estos", Ella se da la vuelta para irse pero el le para "Eh, tu hablas espanyol?"

Se da la vuelta y lo mira. "Si"

"Ven conmigo, y te dare algo de fumar de calidad"

pronto con fotos y video

En la cama, debajo de las sabanas, blanco y negro, una
gatita bailarina te mira sospechosamente.

(Me gustan los gatitos que saben a whiskey cuando les
beso)
Se estira y empieza a ronronear.

(Esos gatitos que comen verde marihuana, y beben whiskey
de botella, mi gatito me mira con los ojos perezosos y
susurra "miau miau, acariciame la panzita".)

Su nariz tiene un corazon rojo y parece que le cosquillea.

(Le beso la nariz y con su patita me arraña los mofletes, y
la sangre le da color a mi palida cara, me dice "tan
guapa como una muñequita, que señorita estas hecha".)

Me encantan los gatitos.

(Miauw)