Jolly Jolly Tropical Boston Tea Party ( A la Maison de Thé à Kebon Kacang depuis 2008 ) : Messrs. Twinings, Lipton, Pickwick, Dilmah étaient AWOLs, the bastards !

here you go clovique, mademoiselle
ive laced that cup of darjeeling with two acid tabs
would you like some scones to go with that ?
ive baked them in the shapes of a heart
broken in three
oven fresh
crushed thyme and jackys babies in the bread pudding
savouries in sweets
lets make the tips of our tongues go
tingly tingly hoppy hop o !
dont worry, thats not too much butter
on your cucumber sandwich
just an extra layer of love, monsieur univers noir
to go with the liquid e
in your hot chocolate, care for two balls of melty marshmallows
to dunk in your lake of sorrow ?
tante anya, welkom
i know youll get blackouts from even a little pot
so ive strained you a special brew of hashish
it came with a magic carpet you can take away
on your witches' getaway, dont forget to pack a torch
to shine on yourself when danger, a vampire, or really
just a general feeling of helplessness beckons
edophilippa, dont worry lah, havent forgot ya,
just stay in the corner, wait for your gingerbread men
ill make one with slits for eyes, tiny ideas of breasts,
and a pretty a-line skirt one can only get in senen
or portobello market, whenever love is in season
danarski, where are ya ? ah, there you are
step into the spotlight, thats where you belong ma'am,
no curtains for you !
oh hang on, dont be such pigs, not yet,
lets put our heads down
and pray to the lord above
our father who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven
give us this day our daily bread
never starbucks its too milky and expensive
nor oh la la its undrinkable
excelsos cappuccino toraja is the best
but i dont wanna push my luck
were pretty happy with what weve got now
dya hear us o, yoshi(not)mi, my lord of sweetness & light ?

(later that afternoon : « tea-master bitch ! vous m'avez abandonné ! »
tea-master bitch ( wiping sleep off his eyes ) : « pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle,
le thé et les amitiés sont la chose la plus dure à maîtriser ! »

everyone else has had more sex than me ooo ooo

i was walking along a canal in 2003 and i saw a poster for 'morrissey live in concert' plastered at the back of a gondola, and that was the first time i realised 'live' is just evil spelled backwards.

i was reading badai pasti berlalu two weeks ago and i got to page 343 and i thought yes, but when?

i was listening to sandie shaw the other day, her singing a song morrissey wrote for her 'please help the cause against loneliness', and i was thinking the song was released in 1988, how much money has she raised by now?

i was in the moshpit at a flaming lips concert the soft bulletin tour with grown men and women in bunny suits balloons unlimited supply of acid and i was thinking the mere concept of this spectacle is too heavy for superman to lift.

i was on top of monas one day and i looked out towards the direction of your house and i thought if could still see the curvature of the earth then at least that means i have not grown too disillusioned with life. yet.

i was listening to the smiths' asleep and i was thinking this song is not funny like all the others, 'there is a better place, there must be ...', really, moz?

i was reading rimbaud one morning and i thought perhaps if you never told me that poets only earn 3000 dollars a year (if that!) i would never have left you to become one.